The lockdown is here
Not a soul to be seen. This thing is starting to feel pretty eery.
On the plus side, I make it to work in record time.
Unreal.
Complete with lingering sour aftertaste.
Five human years on the clock for this long glass of dog.
But does it smell like burning whiskey? The jury’s out.
Perfect for when you want your caffeine to punch you repeatedly in the face.
Big fan. C/o A Lady Butcher, and enhanced a great deal by excellent company on a beer-centric pre-offspring man-shower.
Progress was restricted to short moments of free time, so it took over a year to get to the point of getting something edible from this project. No regrets though. Definitely levelled up in my hammer-and-crowbar-swinging skills. Box 3 hopefully done in the not-too-distant future.