The usual jelly babies

I got up this morning feeling rather disorientated with the clocks going back. Its a completely pointless excercise probably put in place to help farmers or something stupid, except around my way, the farmers all have big lights on their tractors and no longer plough with a horse and cart so I cant realy see the point in it. I say abolish it, it makes my body clock all wonky donky and just when it gets back on track, its time to do it all over again in the summer.

Holly and I travel to inverkeithing to the U pull it scrap yard, which seems to be the only scrappies in a 50 mile radius that is open on a sunday ( and what an impressive scrap yard it is too). However, the guy wont let the bairn in and I am forced to wear a high vis vest before he lets me through the door.

I am dissapointed that the bairn and I cant play in the wrecked cars together as one of the best things about going to the scrappies as a child was being able to break anything you wanted, pretend you were banger racing, or whatever and if you fell and scraped your knee or something it was your own fault. Having to be over 18 to visit a scrappies takes the fun out of it. Its health and safety gone mad.
Abolish stupid health and safety rules along with the daylight saving.

It was also one of the few places visiited as a kid that you were actively encouraged to liberate anything that you could remove and hide in your wellies, overalls, jeans, wooly hat or any other free pocket or hidey hole about your person. This was regardless of whether you needed these parts or not, it was all expected as part of being overcharged for your particular item of recovered automobilia that you had to pay for on exit.

Afterwards, we walk up the steep hill and have a look around the few car boot sale stalls, holly buys a jacqueline wilson book for 20p and on the way out, we stop and watch a man in a long wheel base transit van who has precariously parked on the steep muddy embankment try to reverse out. Except he is making a right mess of it, his rear wheel has hit the kerb, its spinning like mad and smoke is literally belching off it. Naturally I try and take a photo of this as it would be a cool journal entry, however the guy (obviously annoyed at himself) jumps out and asks if I have a problem or something. I am trying to refrain from laughing as he is old enough to be my dad and I reply cooly that Im just trying to get a shot of his back wheel smoking. I refrain from saying "no, but you clearly have a problem with your parking ability and reversing technique" but im with the bairn, so I dont bother

Holly says, oh dad, I think he is angry, maybe we should go, but I stay put in the hope that I can get the shot.

He gets back in the cab and in a fit of rage, embarrasment and obvious fear that he might end up on youve been framed £250 best weekly clip, he guns it one last time and manages to pop it back over the slippy grass, kerb and back onto the road. He drives past us, but doesnt say anything else on the way past.

We get home with the new fuel pump relays 3 for £2 thank you very much mr u pull it. This does not fix the intermittent starting problem the golf has so its going on ebay, as i have had enough of the hunk oh junk. This does however mean that I will have to fight with public transport tomorrow, something that I have no clue about and normally avoid buses at all costs.

Connie and I play badminton at the local leisure centre in the early afternoon and head to tesco.

I hate the self service checkouts in tesco and I have no idea why she insists that we go there, every swipe its Boop, call operator, boop, call operator. It saves nobody any time, stress or effort of going to the regular till. This is the third thing today that we need to abolish. We do however, see someone that clearly used to be a man, singing to myself, maybe because you used to be a man.

We got home and Connie tells abbie and dean that she thinks that she won at badminton, when clealy I had her running about like a weight watcher in a chocolate factory.

This is the second time today that I have had to write this, todays blip was going to be the scapyard, but the shots just looked like my front garden with the crashed subaru and a knackered golf it in. I didnt managed to catch the tyre smoking transit van. todays photo is inspired by schnappys reservoir dogs jelly babies.