Ten Million Radishes

I swam last night with the doors wide open. The main road was blocked due to a fallen telephone pole next to the Castle so the police were parked right at the door. I'll have to tell Sylvia we had a police escort at the pool. She will come swimming when she hears that. The house painters arrived at 6 AM. Cigarette smoke wafting through the fan. They are doing a fabulous job! We can only afford one side of the house per year so we chose the front first. I woke up at 4:30 AM. In transmit I wake early. I have to swim in order to sleep. We woke up twice from skunks spraying under our window and the fan blew it into the bedroom. The scent reminds me of ten million radishes. That could be the name of a rock band! I'd rather smell skunk than dryer sheets. Dryer sheets should be outlawed along with leaf blowers and Jetski's and talking buses and plastic. In a perfect world.