Wouldn't melt

He's doing his best to look like he's nonchalantly walking along not planning to attack me with pine cones. He's no actor.

After his stint of going round the village with the cubs collecting for the Dunfermline food bank (and incidentally, why are we not more fucking outraged that food banks even exist?) we took a drive along to the Moff house to go for a wander with Andy and the weans. They started it, the weans, with the pine cones. I just defended myself.

Back home and more constructing. We're done. Apart from the floor. And the walls. And the internal division that allows coal to be stored for when there's no wood. But apart from that.