DH made burgers for lunch. I asked him to keep the kitchen door closed as the smell of meat and it cooking is too much for me at the moment. I closed the door and came upstairs but he's now opened it and served burgers to DSSs in the living room. I feel awful at the best of times but my house reeks of fat, blood and burnt - it's made its way to my bedroom and I keep wretching.
DH is looking at me like
as HE can't smell it up here but I can and it's bothering me. I'm going to have to go out aren't I?
This is the most ridiculous reason for starting a thread I know but I have no one else to rant at. I've opened the window in here so it's freezing cold and it still reeks of cooking meat.