warm comfort in the hills

It's terminally pissing down in Bristol here, now. The rain is beating tattoos on the corotherm siding I have above my self-built awning right now. It's a depressing thing when you see the unfinished corners of what I, many years ago, did make. See, that's shit right there, how that return on the architrave is gapped and spakked full of decorators mate where it should be tight to the inch.

Fuck and damn what a blooming farrago of shitology (the study of shit) I have before me now.