Whatever that means
As is now the well established tradition, the forecast of rain meant a trip to Glasgow to see the parent and the brother (and have a quick trip to Decathlon). This is the barely altered view from my brother’s back door just before the rain started.
Home for a pizza tea and now I’ll bundle those weans into their beds. Mandy’s out so I’ve got a couple of Arran blondes to keep me company and a bit of wheelbuilding for entertainment. Rock and roll.