The minor of the two niggles of staying this side of popular Windsor is the fact the finding a parking space for your vehicle is an exercise itself in quantum physics and last night I couldn't (mainly because the residents road was full of 'illegally' parked cars visiting the trendy new bar at the top of the road

) so parked around the corner out of sight BUT on a double yellow line...
8 a.m. this morning I hear the dulcet tone of a car revving up outside my front bedroom window which indicates that the parking space now directly in front of this front door is now free as said 'revver' is now leaving for work

Pop out the door - nip around the corner to the little purple turtle - zip back around the corner in the LPT and park in my space ...
Why shameful - because it was a done whilst still dressed in 'only' my pseudo silky jim jams