As if that's going to catch on

I have no idea what I did until the evening when we had our usual hook up. The weather was filthy out so I went and checked the lines - I do think there’s a small burr on the fairlead but the whole thing was under such tension that I really couldn’t adjust anything. 
Looking at the forecast for the coming days and confirming that it’s not going to be much better we looked at the walls again. They need a freshen up. With an open fire and multitudes of hygge inducing candles, the pristine clean whiteness of the place has slowly transformed itself into the interior of an old pub (remember them?) which I must admit to being more than quite comfortable with. But imagine if we were permitted to admit friends inside? Askance would be the way their looking about would probably be described. Maybe askance wouldn't even cover it. Something much worse. Worse than askance!