Stopped by my parents this afternoon to help where I could and washed some of the walls and ceilings to remove 30 years of cigarette smoke and tar residue. The difference is amazing, but washing it released some of the foulest smells. Sometimes it was like dirty bowling alley, sometimes like cat piss, and occasionally I’d smell peanut butter cup blizzard. I can’t explain that one.
The ammonia-water in the washing bucket, pungent itself, was quickly overpowered by the smokey potion. The nasty brew dripped down my arm when working on the ceiling and did some nasty stuff to my shirt. I think I may have also developed some second-hand cancer from it.