Good morning Glasgow. Good morning cybersphere. Windows flung open and attempting to have brekky on our wee terrace... though there's a dratted sting in the temperature, God damnn it. Bravely onwards, though; it's patio season in Scotland, after all. Damn it; we PROMISED not to talk weather. We have dodged our pledge. We are bad. Oh well. Mercury rising? Lycra pinging? Head bands stretching? Have a great day whatever you're doing... xx