Zoflora at the Lowry

This is a space for you to share your Zoflora stories. They can be amusing, sad or simply odd. We don’t care.

Here’s one to start us off.

 

A group of us went to the theatre last week to watch The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie. For those of you unfamiliar with Christie and her works (SHAME ON YOU) it’s not about cleaning up mice or anything to do with pest control, it’s about murder, plain and simple.

Stay with us. There is a cleaning connection.

One of the group had, just that day, discovered the existence of the Zoflora disinfectant spray (Springtime) and, eager to show it to the other Zoflora addict in the theatre group, brought it along that evening. We were all sitting down idly passing those few minutes as people are arriving and the audience are settling themselves. Much chatter, switching off of mobiles, flirting with elderly ladies, flicking through the programme, cracking open the maltesers and….cracking open the Zoflora. That’s right. We sprayed it. It smelt good. So good. As the aroma wafted along the row and branched out to other areas, it became apparent that people were noticing. Noses were twitching, heads were turning. ‘WHAT IS THAT SMELL?’ we could see people muttering. Let’s face it, we were doing them a favour spraying the theatre so we could all settle down in a pleasant atmosphere before the play started. However it seems that theatre going types have very sensitive breathing systems. We don’t actually know for sure if the outbreak of coughing and spluttering that we had to endure from all sides for the majority of the performance was related to our pre play spray, but hey, even if these people didn’t enjoy the play that much, at least they smelt what can only be described as a gift. You find unexpected pleasure in the most unexpected places..

 

The terror of the theatre. Sparkling Cyanide? More like Sparkling Springtime.
The terror of the theatre. Sparkling Cyanide? More like Sparkling Springtime.
The terror of the theatre. Sparkling cyanide? More like Sparkling Springtime.
The terror of the theatre. Sparkling cyanide? More like Sparkling Springtime.

 

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