Jewish Penicillin

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Sometime over the past fortnight, the little bar fridge in the back shed at Jabba chucked a tantrum and silently turned itself off. The bar fridge contained an assortment of perishables and probably, more revoltingly, a large collection of bait. The contents of the freezer cooked away in its own juices for all of that time, as the smell permeated the shed, and then spread to the entire backyard. The stench was not helped by the fibro shed, complete with tin roof, that turned the interior of said shed into a microwave.

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I did what every good wife would do. I told Mr Woog to deal with it, while I took the kids to the beach.

The entire back yard was out-of-bounds for my and my olfactory senses. And when I returned, it appeared that the front yard was also a no go zone, due to Mr Woog planting cliveas, and then spreading manure EVERYWHERE.

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Little house, be stinky.

We returned home to the non-stinky house with a heavy heart, dealing with the loss of a dear friend. And then another dear friend turned up with what she likes to call, her Jewish Penicillin. She let me know that it has heart healing properties…

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And I think she might be right.