Smell?

I was just about to write a half funny post about the funky smell in our bathroom, and then whinge about English houses. I was then going to joke about how we probably have a dead rat under our bath tub. This is no longer necessary, as it is no longer funny. We have just discovered the said dead rat under the bath. It is beyond horrific! I have the bravest and best husband on the planet (though I might have to be reminded of that at some point in the future), as he is now in there, trying to dig it out from between the boards. I am sitting as far as way as possible, no longer hungry...

...and Tim just ran past in order to get a big gulp from our whiskey jar.