Oh dear!

Came down to Glasgow as the minister of the manse was coming to view the house if the presbytery decide to buy it. Arrived with half an hour to spare! Big problem...I had forgotten the bloody house key. There I am three dogs in tow, minister just about to arrive and I can't get in. Panic then I phone my eldest daughter who says she will send me her key from work in a taxi. I leave the dogs in the garden and am standing like a tube waiting, waiting. Then I see this cab with driver holding what looks like an envelope so I dashed out to accost him for my keys, turns out he's delivering a prescription a couple of houses down. Bugger I think and wait for the next cab.
In the meantime I see a chap coming towards me with a bible and an iPhone this has to be him! Yes, I invite him up the stairs to the garden only to find Sam the Bam had somehow managed to shed the lid for the poo bag holder and now had a long trail of poo bags round everything in the damn garden and at that moment round the unsuspecting minister's feet. At the same time the neighbour three doors away shouted did the church shell out the money and then to top it all the bloody taxi with the keys finally arrived and charged sixteen quid for delivering the keys! When we finally got inside the poor man asked to use the loo as he was desperate, no wonder he looked worried when I said we were locked out!

I fear my late mother may have excelled herself this time!.

Each time I think I have my bases covered, she comes up with something new but the trail off poo bags round the sundial, the bins, and finally the bemused minister was a sight to behold. I just managed to grab this shot before he thought i was totally nuts.