Puisque les Odeurs....

We had tuna subs for lunch. The tuna oozed out of the sides and all over our faces and hands. We carried an odour of tuna with us into the Elder Hall.

No one would have noticed. For the Elder Hall was redolent of fumigants and farts. I'm not saying these could be attributed to any one in particular.

There should have been a scent of roses and violets. Rosalind Martin was to sing some lovely old French songs.

Old French songs are weird though. When you read the words, they aren't as lovely as you think.

The thief of the cheese is not here.... I should like to sew but a magnet attracts all my needles.... My corpse is as limp as a glove....

When your breath is stopped by astonishment there is nowhere for bad odours to go.