...EVERY window in the flat is open.
...My front door is open.
...I have a desk fan sucking air out of the bathroom.
...My face has melted.
...My breathing is reminiscent of Darth Vader with a severe chest infection.
...I'm pretty sure I just committed genocide against every creepy crawly in my house. (I hope Karma isnt real or im screwed)
and...
I may have discovered a way to fuse Ceramics, plastics, metal and organic tissue into one super material.

On the upside:
I definitely don't have mold anywhere in the bathroom.