Those of you who follow me on Twitter may be aware that the bathroom at Maison Persolaise is now a disaster area. Well, that's probably a slight exaggeration: the workmen are being quite tidy and trying to keep disruption to a minimum. But a certain amount of mess is unavoidable, as is the fact that we haven't got a bathtub or shower.
In an effort to escape the chaos, I settled down to an hour of formulating yesterday (the jasmine accord is still coming along, one slow iteration at a time) but for some stupid reason I completely forgot that my study backs onto the bathroom. This wouldn't have been a problem if the workmen hadn't used a particular substance (an adhesive maybe?) on the bricks and wood work. The stuff's odour is lethal: petrol and noxious glue cranked up to levels that make your eyes water. To cut a long story short, the smell seeped into my room, making my nose utterly useless. And I spilt some of my synthetic oud. Not a good move!
Oh, and it also looks like my invitation to next week's Jasmine Awards ceremony has been lost by Royal Mail, which is a real shame, as I'd hoped to keep it as a souvenir.
Shall we end on a less depressing note? The TV advert for Belle D'Opium has been banned in the UK, on the grounds that its depiction of simulated drug use is "irresponsible and unacceptable". Could we now please have the perfume itself banned on the grounds that it is equally irresponsible and unacceptable?