Finally

The Garden Fairy has finished the lap warmer. I was, I admit, phooled; there was promise in calling her Susan, tantalising glimpses, soft textures and a hint of colour. 
Never mind, better luck next time. I have heard tales of hairy chested lovelies in Mombassa, I must talk to some of my elderly Marine friends and see what remains in their little black books. (No pun intended.)