How about a slip jig next time

After the by now routine session of being microwaved (that's exactly the sound it makes) at Mougins, I spent the afternoon painting the Caribe. Lots of people passed by, and I wondered why nearly all of them, particularly the schoolkids, started enthusing madly. It wasn't us wrinklies, in various undignified postures - and possible builder's cleavage - who made them ooh and aah. It was the ship's dog, Choco, who was doing a decidedly neat hornpipe on his hind legs. He deserved all the photos he was getting. Haven't yet seen him doing steps in 9/8 time, though...