Skul(k)ling about

Having got to bed at 4-30am was woken at 8-30 by the house dog, who demanded a walk . Since the rest of the household were dead to the world and snoring like grampus.; the task fell to me. So,struggled up and off down the riverside,poly bag at the ready ......a new and not alltogether savoury experience for me....to scoop up and carry homewards the parcel.
When I came across these exotic giant hogweed ,busy colonising half of Glasgow.
But not only that; in the early Sunday morning light fit people rowing for all they are worth up and down the river!
The virtue I had attached to my eary morning sacrifice seemed somehow to lose its gloss, and I had to restrain myself from hurling abuse!
Sigh!