Whatever that means
Just checking that the beer is getting on fine out in the cold shed. It is.
Other than that important job, it was a solo run to work with a late start so done in full daylight. And a bit of work until lunchtime when I downed tools and rode to South Gyle on the pretty crappy new paths along the tram track. Shared (but paint separated) pedestrian / bike paths which, of course, the pedestrians ignore, wandering all over the place. And the usual mix of glass and other crud. And stopping at every junction when it would have been easy to put in wider bridges. And then disappearing completely when they are most needed – on the race track of South Gyle Broadway.
And it ended up not being a half-day anyway. Unless you count working and emailing as a holiday.