Or:
The train, the rain, the lobsters.
Angels are sufficiently scuffed in to take them into the rain this morning for coffee.
A train (long sunofagun. Shut off the scooter and went for a walk)
Rain chasing me...
nothing serious out there......
time to head home....
Too warm to ride with the liner in the mesh jacket.....so, wet the lobsters, again.
New Angels and the new Nolan worked just fine.
Stig