Denis, Denis...

... with your eyes so blue. No, I don't have a crush on him. I was out at his gaff this morning getting 'up to speed' with the club's accounts as he's the retiring Treasurer. Tea and shortbread. And the fishvan stopped on its way past as a wee bonus. He's a nice chap, retired Steiner teacher, widower, and fit lad for his late seventies. Has a yacht too. I might raffle him for club funds. Can't vouch for his performance in the sack, mind.
After that I was down painty painting in the cabin. Radio three blaring away. There was no one there within earshot to judge me. It's just that the inane chatter on the other stations is sometimes just too much, is it not, dahlings?