Not to be sniffed at

Yesterday evening in the living room there were several heated debates as to who/whos feet stank.

Everyone could smell it but no one could detect it or own up to it.
After several sock changes by various smelly feeted individuals and plenty of air freshener the culprit was found.


Yep it was me.

Well not me but my trusty old Nike Storm Pegasus which I had inadvertantly cast down the side of the armchair after my run over the woods.

Not only were they a bit damp with footy odours but the treads were full of horse sh*t.

I'm in the dog house and the trainers are banished to the garden with dog.