I'm sat in bed like a flailing dying swan after our 700 mile round trip to bonnie Scotland over the weekend feebly typing the blog one finger at a time. I really am getting too old for all this gallivanting around although secretly dear blog I did enjoy it and found it all rather exciting.
Although if you asked me that last night as we set off from Edinburgh on a five hour return journey I was far from civil and excited. I was even more uncivil three hours later when a road maintenance engineer shielded by his flashing lorry sign and who should have really known better decided to throw out a road cone quite violently in front of us in pitch darkness that settled in our path. That wouldn't have been so bad had it not been for the fact that we were travelling at 70mph and he followed it up by realising his mistake and dashed out to kick it across the road. he came rather close to resembling strawberry jam, what a silly man. Although the word silly didn't issue from my mouth last night I can assure you.
Anyway the rest of the journey remained incident free apart from a van of unknowns careering across three lanes of traffic, onto the hard shoulder and back again gleefully nearly taking out several cars including ours. Sigh, some shocking drivers out there.
Where was I? Ah, Scotland, home of the brave, land of the free, host to the Impossimals. First stop Glasgow.
One thing we didn't realise was that it was a Scottish Bank Holiday in some areas and my, was it busy in Glasgow.
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P.S. Yes, Other weird things did happen this weekend but that's for another blog, especially if you like snootiness, golf and a little problem with a rampant sausage.