Let the good times roll!

Back to work. Yeah! 
Actually, I am not being sarcastic here. Long gone are the waves of anxiety at the thought of returning to the Mistake Factory where 1,200 emails marked "URGENT" or "MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH" would be waiting for me. 
Things are lot of more civilised in the Repair Factory. Where actual matters of life or death are handled in a professional manner, by people with nerves of steel. 

The weather wasn't utterly shite all day. 
Only when I was near, on or getting off a bike...