The Porthole

After lounging about on a bench in the sun with an iced coffee I got a bit hot and had to retire into the shade (above). What a view.
We're entertaining tonight. I gather I'm forbidden from talking about boats. If only I was in possession of a blue and white stripy top to wear. Or something else that could spur my unwitting guests to raise the topic during a lull in the conversation. Perhaps I should secrete my small brass telescope under the sofa and gently nudge it out during proceedings and declare, "my God, I've been looking for this for ages! I could have done with it last weekend! Anyone for a tot of the old Tom Thumb?"