Work/Life Balance

We headed over to Fife today to check the place we're selling over there - cut the grass, pull up some weeds, do some dusting, etc. We've already sold two of the three units, and as you might expect the deal is that everyone pitches in to keep the communal areas (car park, paths, fencing, bit of lawn) tidy. Obviously no-one except us ever does anything.

However this time we were delighted to find that one of the neighbours had mown the grass.... only they'd mown the grass in the private garden of the third unit rather than the communal grass. Conveniently the grass they'd mown is right next to their 'emergency exit', where they choose to keep their barbecue.... And we found lots of their kids' toys in 'our' garden. Hmmm. Bit cheeky I think, and, oh I dunno, possibly a turn-off for potential buyers to find a bunch of kids and a bbq party going on in the garden they want to buy.

After all the cleaning, weeding, etc, we headed up to St Andrews. I've never been there (for those who aren't familiar - it's the home of golf, site of the third oldest university in Britain and formerly a very important Scottish religious centre). We thought we'd go to the beach, but it seemed that there was some kind of hurricane or something. Apparently it's normal there, but being lashed by sand put us off our sandcastle building quite quickly. I have to admit to being a bit underwhelmed by the whole St Andrews experience: £15 to get a family into the Cathedral and another £15 for the Castle. I think not. The 30p for the loo was equally unwelcome (but sadly unavoidable for a desperate child!) The picture, btw, is part of the cathedral. I like how it looks like there's a face in profile on the left.

Saw a monumentally fun bit of driving on the way home though. Driving out of St Andrews on the A91, we were overtaken in a ludicrously dangerous place by an Aston Martin with the roof down. It was then stuck behind an Astra (silver), the driver of which showed his irritation with the convertible's closeness behind him by squirting his screen wipe forcefully and repeatedly, soaking the lovely Aston driver and his hair-lashed companion. Genius. So, if you were that Astra driver (hence the extraneous details to aid identification) thank you - for giving us a big laugh.