Mr Runcorn must have laid a muck on the floor somewhere and the stench inside is terrible. I cannot open the windows as it is raining and I would not wish to dampen my costumes. My trademark red jacket is pure Irish Linen, and the tie is silk, so they are virtually irreplaceable. Until I can find Mr Runcorn's offering I shall have to tolerate the smell. Leslie is out buying mouthwash, he may make a better searcher than me as I suspect the muck is under his bed and I can't bend that low, what with my back and these trousers.