Down the drain

I had a strangely disturbed night. I had an apocalyptic dream of a series of meteors crashing into a film studio somewhere near my mum and dad's house whilst a F-15 fighter was trying to shoot them down with Maverick AGM missiles. I woke up just as the live coverage from the studio showed one of the meteors glowing red and apparently about to explode.

I turned over in bed, but noticed a damp, mildewy smell from the bathroom. I checked round the floor and behind the sink and the toilet but I couldn't work out where the smell was coming from. I went back to bed and had waking dreams of floods and damp walls. The first bedsit I lived in had horribly damp walls as the shower and the kitchen area were one and the same and the ventilation was limited to a draughty sash window that grew mold as quickly as I could wipe it away. I sincerely hope that I never have to live anywhere like that again.

On further investigation in the morning, the smell turned out to be coming from the plughole in the shower tray and not from any damp on the walls. I cleaned out as much of the gunk as I could and then went out at lunchtime to get some Mr Muscle cleaner which did the trick and cured the problem.