Bike Shop

Another wet blowy day. After a bit of a gawp at the funeral, I got some stuff done. And got some stuff done to me. A haircut actually. By my hairdresser who sadly is an expert on the proposals for reconstruction of the Scottish football leagues. There is much to jaw about it apparently. Groan. And he only asked about the boat as he held up the mirror for me to consider how my hair is thinning. Barst.
Right, time for a scrape. What tune for today blippers? Margaret's waltz anyone?

[down shuftying around the boats at Port Edgar I found this workshop]