Wet Thursday

 

For some reason the cats did not find the prospect of a wet romp around the rain soaked garden very attractive yesterday. They are also unfamiliar with a wind from the north west so that seemed to pique them somewhat. They refused to leave the house and so did I, there's plenty of soup to slowly sup and some decent whisky inboard, so why bother? 

I'm assured by experts that the weather may be better (well warmer but more destructive) in 2026 as global warming turns this spinning platform of greed and stupidity into the basket of an air fryer that's set up to prepare chips to the red hot Scottish standard. It isn't easy knowing you're on a doomed planet that is running in a sort of slow motion loop, the circumference of which is slowly diminishing. 

Here's a parting shot of the WIP Punkicaster's finished headstock, it features a cat's paw (or some other random animal footprint) design.