Jeans not Elvis

Sunny day hotnlovely. All the Skye folk going red.
Jeans baking on the line.
My blip was going to be (by popular demand) Elvis Presbee. The poor thing was covered in hideous mites all burrowing like a collar round its neck apart from one digging into the body. It was too aweful to blip before tea so here are the anodyne jeans. Elvis will be back soon - with hangers on if necessary.