Well, it may not be Bisto …
But a house just isn’t a home until all it’s rooms smell right.
We have finally settled into our new house … and I LOVE it.
It finally smells like MY house now that I have burned away the previous owner’s extra-doggy, eggy smell with my morning toast got stuck in the toaster trick.
Even my teenage boys’ room has that exact same aroma of crinkly socks and hormones as it did in our old house.
Lovely.