Here's the flooring insulation board at the heart of our machine, from a timber yard so close that I can walk it home above my head... good in view of the fact it's raining again.
I note that it's yellowed around the edges, a lengthwise crease betraying the fact it's been bent at some point.
"This is supposed to be aerospace quality!" I yell at the guy.
"It's how we lost the f**cking COLUMBIA!!!" I roast him.
All in all, a good start to the weekend.
