I thought I had dropped enough breadcrumbs over this. PG would be ripping my arm off by now and would be beating me with the soggy end. One final hint. That smell you thought you detected Serenity, would probably have been chlorine ( and it was not from a lido) .
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.