There must be some primeval danger alert from horrible smells. One such horrible smell woke me up in the middle of the night. It was a cross between vomit and faeces. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.
Come the following morning and the smell had permeated throughout our entire wing and as far as the other wings. Eventually, it transpired that a prisoner had been making yoghurt but had put it in a sealed bottle on his pipe (2 big pipes which act as radiators in your cell). The bottle exploded; I did hear a bang the previous night but thought it was someone kicking their door.
The strange and bizarre things that happen in here.
Be happy, be safe.
Graham Coutts, 11th November 2017