I like to open the bedroom window for half an hour or so in the morning to let out DH's noxious nocturnal fumes the stale air. All my friends think this is a bizarre eccentricity: right up there with a penis beaker. Apparently, airing rooms went out with twin tubs and Formica, but I think the room smells lovely & fresh after a good airing
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Now I feel like a tragic throwback: the last Neanderthal watching nervously as the smart-arse Homo sapiens start rubbing sticks together and filing the corners off a perfectly good square wheel. Am I really the last living airer?