That night I resisted all their pleas and moans, and slept at the hotel, as another night with the caravan shaking on it's wheels with Stephan's snoring did not appeal to me at all!
I woke them up early, and they were both maar a bit bleary eyed, and not too friendly towards each other, Trienkie stating that she wanted a chemist to see if she could find decent earplugs! I was glad that I stayed in my own room, as I am a light sleeper, and very grumpy if I didn't sleep enough.
Stephan collected twenty pence for his shower, and we all shook out our purses, as my son in law usually showers for about half an hour, at the shortest, and he was scared that his water would dry up. I found one twenty pence piece enough to shower, and wash my hair, but he just looked at me with loathing for being so stingy, and went on his way with three, the shop not open yet, and that being all we found.
He stayed away for ages, and Trienkie who sat facing the ablution block suddenly started laughing, signalling me to have a look through the window. Coming with great speed in our direction was Stephan, towel around his pelvis, soapsuds covering the parts not covered, and eyes like saucers!
His water had stopped, and he was just so mad, as according to him, he had just started soaping himself when the water just stopped running, and he insisted to have a talk to Emma later. We had to wait till the shop open for change, Stephan having just washed the soap off his face, not believing us that he was indeed away for about twenty minutes before his shower dried up.
From then on he saw to it that he had about six twenty pence every time he went for a shower. The caravan had a shower, but it was very cramped, so it was much better to use the ablution block's showers.
After breakfast we went to Perth, stopping along the way for the packed breakfast I brought along, then onwards, having a great time just strolling around before taking the wee roads that criss-crossed the Perthshire landscape until we came to Dunblaine and went into the church to see the remembrance corner put up for the children killed when a madman entered a school some years ago, and started shooting, killing a lot of kids ans teachers. it is also the birthplace of Andy Murray, the tennis player.
Stephan had Haggis, neeps and tatties for lunch, and he was so taken with that, that I had to stop at a supermarket for him to buy all the stuff for a haggis dinner for himself. Neeps are like a cohlrabi, but when cooked its flesh becomes quite orangy, almost like carrots, and mashed up with butter and pepper, it is delicious, tasting quite sweet. Served with a whisky sauce, the Scots loved their haggis, neeps and tatties, and I served up a lot every day.
Trienkie was not as impressed with the haggis as her husband was, so that night he cooked his own dinner while we had a barbeque outside.
It was a pleasure watching my son in law tuck into his self cooked food, but when he insisted on having the same the next night, Trienkie became a bitty upset, but he stood by his decision that while he could have it, he would!