Something really should be done about pievs of cod around the swimming pool.
The entire area is beginning to smell 'fishy'.

Will tomorrow blast off down to Earth, taking the Opera Director and Danish Chef with me. As my great-great-great-grandmother was chamber maid with Tsaress Katherine the Great, we got an invitation to the Tri-Centennial festivities in St. Petersburg, Russia.
As usual, the shopping list for this shuttle flight is long.
Siberian moonshine vodka 299 proof for the captain, tutus for Piaf and Squeaky from the Bolshoi Ballet, and so on, and so on

Sady must've found a new brand of air freshener!
I have just discovered that there's a stronG smell of cod around the swimming pool. I like it.... I LIKE IT!

Mr. Grundy is much aggrieved. His cod piece smells of, well, it smells of cod and he is not amused. Mr. Grundy is growing his own appendage to adapt to his newly resized tights and while in the process expects Ducky to supply him with foam rubber, not fish!!! I insist that you harshly reprimand the duck and hasten to remedy this appalling situation.

PS> If nothing else can be furnished then ham rolls will have to do. I understand the Danish Chef has added ham rolls to his repertoire.