I dreamed last night I was staying in my grandmother's apartment and we got a visit from a building security guard. "Gas stove not leaking, check ... taps in the bathroom off, check ..." He then stood by the patio door, sniffing, then walked over to the dining room table and looked under it. "I think you might have had a skunk sneak into your apartment," he told us.
"Oh, that," I said, "I think it's just the cheese."
I will have to figure out what to do with it. Anyone local fancy a half pound of stinky cheese?