Believe it or not it didn't smell all that bad. Because I had been shitting so much earlier in the day, that most of the stinky load had already been purged.
But it was the damn shredded parmesan in my chicken pasta bake that did me in later that evening. I suspect I might be partially lactose intolerant. Of course it didn't help that I dumped the entire 200g pack into it. And then added several slices of Bega extra strong cheese on top just to melt through it.
But after 3 years of dating a food nazi, I'm entitled to some culinary freedom.