Ah, Ms. Timeless Vixen, you are utterly divine.

This is utterly glorious. This renews my faith in humanity. This is the platonic ideal of oceanic frocks just there for the bidding.

Well, goslings, it's fleet week in my fair town. Uncle Monty and I will be out inspecting what the tides have brought in. There are sailors to snog, and we don't care that they are wearing white before Memorial Day.