Menordinarisms; Sigh

After the visit to the gallery, another day of simply keeping company with my sister was had, and then I transferred up to the IKEA car park. I shop at the big blue-and-yellow barn, grab some food, and spend a couple of nights. As it happened, the weather turned. We had been planning a couple of day trips to outside activities, neither of which could be entertained in the almost monsoonal levels of water that decided to fall from the sky. It also got windy and considerably more chill than it had been for a month or so. Very disappointing... sigh...

At one point, when it was more like light showers than a garden hose, I took the opportunity to charge the van. Of course, I had to extend the line more than usual, because an entitled EV owner felt they could just use the space as a regular parking spot. This meant I was using up the spot that ought to have been available on the fast-charger side... 

The selfishness of this makes me fume. When the woman in her designer gym suit turned up, she made a point of not looking anywhere other than the car itself. She knew it was wrong, but did it anyway. Sigh...

While I sat there, too, another pair of women in the red Land Rover turned up after their shopping foray... and decided they could just leave their trolley where it was...

We were literally 50 yards from the trolley collection point. Too hard, apparently. So Muggins had to move it out of the way in order to drive out without risk of colliding with the thing... sigh...

During that stay on the Straiton hill, I observed boy racers throwing doughnuts in their suped-up third-hand vehicles, workmen deciding they could just tip their rubbish on the edges, and in the mornings it would be obvious that folk had parked to have their take-out meals and then decided that opening doors to put the packaging into the bin beside them was just too much hard work, so left if lying all over the ground... sigh...

I'm becoming a grumpy old woman!!! Seriously, what are people thinking? Not much beyond their immediate selves, it seems. 

Anyway, the weather persisted, so I decided just to head west again. I stopped for another couple of nights in Lanark, taking the now familiar looped route home. I was back in Dunoon by Sunday, and the rain was still happening.... sigh...

I'll hang around here for three weeks, then try getting back on the road in July. I have to go pick up some art, for a start...