Four out of maybe the last seven nights (that's a lot), I've come home to a building reeking of fish. Now don't get me wrong, fish are delish, but this smell is appalling not appealing.
Maybe it's those.
Or maybe it's the smell of Dean and Kyle tirelessly training goldfish in Gibsonia that has wafted down to Green Street.
Who knows?
Maybe Comet, the 'world's smartest fish' has some answers.
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