On my next day off I had to go either to Edinburgh or to Glasgow, as I wanted to put my money in the bank where it would be safe. I was very lucky to have a bank account, and this was made possible when I worked for the old lord and lady Liz, painting and colour washing the walls of the oldest part of their huge house that was built and enlarged a lot over hundreds of years.The old Lord went with me to apply, and his influence worked like magic, for it wasn't long before I got my bank card and cheque book.

I usually left the Panda, that now needed a quick whack on the solenoid with my sun umbrella almost every time I wanted to drive somewhere, in Callender, as it was much easier to take the bus from Stirling to Glasgow or Edinburgh.The parking in Stirling was sometimes a bitty scarce if you are not parked by about seven, when the people taking a train started parking their vehicles.

It was a lovely day, and as usual I enjoyed the people and their peculiarities, and their sometimes strange behaviour.

Waiting at Stirling for the bus, I had decided on Glasgow, the bank much closer to the bus station than in Edinburgh, and also there was a Burger King in the Mall close to the busstop that made the most wonderful potato scones with their breakfast, I again saw the most bizarre people, and that made me think back about one of the funniest incidents I have ever encountered. 

This one young guy, not looking very bright, with a stubby beard from which sweaty drops rolled down his face and onto a huge tape player which he was holding on his shoulder, propped up by his chin, like it was the most precious thing on earth! If that was all, I think nobody would have noticed him amongst all the other weird and wonderful human beings, but from this boombox's innards a very happy Andy Williams was telling the world at the top of his voice about the fact that he belonged to Glasgow, dear old Glasgow town, and that Glasgow belonged to him too.

Everybody was kind of moving away when this poor guy, slowly walking down the row of stops, suddenly started singing with Andy, but if I thought I had a voice from hell, I was mistaken, as this poor young man was absolutely rubbish,

At one of the busstops was sitting a woman that I had noticed some time earlier, and she was dressed in a flowery and very sheer dress that came down to her ankles at the back, but in the front her huge tummy pulled the dress up to just above her two leathery and wrinkled knees!Her hair was lightened to almost milk white, and I suppose from too much bleaching, it was like a bundle of dry straw that she carried on her head, as she had piled this lot high on her head!

I could see that this woman was becoming very agitated with Andy and friend telling the world about their love for Glasgow, and so was self and many of the others, and when she suddenly gave a yelp like hunted dog, I knew that the poor young man was in for a spot of trouble. She almost sprinted up to the man, blew a thick cloud of smoke into his face, and screamed at him to stop his caterwauling. The guy just looked at her with vacant eyes, and I wondered if he was drugged, or maybe just a bit retarded, but the woman had enough and tried to grab the boombox from his shoulders, at which his lethargy suddenly left him, and he flew at the woman with intent to harm! I was sure that the two would started hitting each other, but two bus drivers came running up and had to almost drag the woman into the waiting room, she hissing like a snake, and kicking like a horse, while the young man just went on where he left off when the woman attacked him! Strange!

The tower is at the house where I colourwashed the rooms, but I also painted the inside of this tower in which a circular stairway leads down to the kitchen part. The other photo is of me with the cook, butler and housekeeper, having breakfast.