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What is she building in there? [/creepy Tom Waits voice]
Seriously though... while normally the smell of nicotine is pervading throughout the house, every time my land-lady decides to do the laundry, a whole new variety of smells is suddenly crawling into even the dustiest corners of the house - a freakish amalgam of odors vaguely reminiscent of washing powder and lime, only then in such an invasive manner that it has practically become an entity of its own. I can almost feel it breathing down my neck, picture an animated sock army marching into my room and crawl into my mouth while I'm tring to sleep. I don't even know how she's able to create such a stench - but if it doesn't involve any cauldrons, creepy eye balls and swamp critters, I'd be surprised.
I think I'm scared.
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