Gotta love glasgow

Where else can you find a busker who gets joined by a group of hen night singing nuns and who put a headdress on him!
The garden situation deepened yesterday when Mr grumpy neighbour came storming down and shouted at daughters boyfriend for dumping our "crap" on their patch. He was unfortunate in that I was standing at the bottom of the steps listening. I told him that we were just tidying.
Later our bell range and as they are frosted glass doors I recognized him so I trundeled down swung the door open and said "what now" At this the poor bugger jumped and said that I had taken four of his towels(he'd hung on our washing line) and could he have them back. I started laughing and told him to come in an get them from the bunch of towels I had just folded. He followed me in and just at that moment youngest daughter appeared from the bathroom wearing two of his towels! They don't have a family of their own so its probably the first time the poor bugger saw so much young flesh. Anyhow by this time I was almost in tears laughing. Finally he got his other two towels and I promised to wash and dry the others and apologized for not only decimating his garden but for trying to nick his towels. He finally saw the funny side though I likely won't be forgiven for ruining their bloody "woodland garden"
This evening I went out with some old school friends and had a fun time , that's where I spotted the singing nuns.