Well. Mr. Cook knows how to get folks to come a-runnin' smile into the palm of your hand. Seems to have had the desired effect; Blue-blouse, who's either his wife or the divorced woman who moved in down the block and keeps up on all the latest things and always flirts with everyone's husband - she's getting Bob Brylcream off his duff. But then there's her rival in the shorts and the black socks who has a proprietary hand on Bob's thigh. It's possible they just drew names at the end of the night.