Reviewing my photographs from a wonderful day in San Francisco (ran 5k, went to Alcatraz, walked 30,000 steps for the first time ever, had a very American comedy club night), Mrs Trigg picked this one and said
…that’s going to be a Cato poster, isn’t it.
I have reached “predictable” and, d’you know: I rather like it.
Try not to lick it 