Menoartisticism: Anything He Can Do...

This image rather sums up life for the YAMster at the moment! During my recent 3.5 week stint over in Edinburgh in care mode, there were two one-day dashes back to the Hutch in Mac1's car, with the father tagging along. The first of these I reported to you.

The second was last week, and entirely due to the matter of having to vote.

In OZ, I could alert the electoral office if I wasn't going to be in my usual place, and nominate an alternative polling station to which I could then rock up quite happily and carry on as normal.  Here in the UK, one is tied to one's address. An alternative is to opt for a postal vote OR select a proxy person. As I know only one person I would entrust with this task, and given she was going to be absent herself, that left me looking into the first of these alternatives.

The postal vote choice didn't go very far though. Turns out they will only send to the established address anyway. So even if I'd completed that option, I'd still have had to return to the Hutch to pick it up.

So, the Macs had another day trip 'doon the watter' as the YAMster executed her civil right and also picked up a few items to place under the family tree back in Edinburgh. On the drive back, in the gloaming, I captured the Port Glasgow town hall in quite the blur - but not so much blur, as smudge and therefore, 'art'...

Hey, if this bloke can get $120k for taping a banana, surely I have the right to declare my abstract shots as art??!!