Senior Miguel gets a lift
🇮🇪 Rescuing Senior Miguel from Dublin’s Fair City in the Ice & Snow Stg. Salty was out doing repairs in the Leopard 2 tank, while McFinleyyy was assisting him. “Pass me that wrench like a good fellow, McFinleyyy,” said Salty, half his body disappearing underneath the massive German machine. McFinleyyy obliged. “Here you go, Salty.” “Perfect. Now pass me the other one.” “The other one?” “The bigger one.” “There are about twenty bloody wrenches here.” “I know. I need the one that looks like a wrench.” McFinleyyy sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon. The Leopard 2 was parked up outside, covered in a light dusting of snow. Dublin had been hit with one of those rare winter days where the entire city seemed to grind to a halt. Roads were icy, pavements were treacherous, taxis had mysteriously disappeared, and the temperature had dropped to something Salty described as “absolutely bloody Baltic.” Then the phone rang. Salty climbed out from underneath the tank. “Who is tha...