Nights (fair) drawing in

The first Monday in October. That can only mean one thing - the heating has come on in the office. Horrible! And in the buses. OK, that's two things. And another thing - the boatie club meeting, of course. Temperatures were running high here too - resignations were threatened! A vote had to be taken. It was 8-1 - we all fell in line. Apart from one person, obviously.
And the Commodore liked my idea for the redevelopment of the gaggle of unsightly containers which we've been told to make less unsightly (actually, they're things of beauty). We should grow ivy over them, I did say. Genius, he thought. And said. I knew that though.