Thirty pounds, you say? Might have a look. I think this lot...
...were builders rather than plumbers but they were away too soon after the initial encounter to get a picture. I was heading from Restalrig Road to Lochend Drive, already being harassed by a car who didn't think I should have been on the right-hand-side of the road to turn right at the roundabout. Given how close to me they wee, L8 JDD above must also technically have not given way to them and pulled out in their path, though he'd obviously seen me as he pulled back when glared at. I wasn't hugging the inside of the roundabout as there's a wee bit which acts as a ford across the big trench parallel to the Sleigh Drive exit. The van followed me up Lochend Drive, zooming past as soon as we were over the first speed cushion and pulling in front of me at the first pinch-point, though in a position where it looked as if he expected me to be going to his left. I couldn't make out what he said as he passed but strained my throat to yell that traffic approaching from the right on roundabouts should be yielded to. He was through the lights at Sainsbury by the time I got there but emerged from Abbey Lane as I was waiting in the ASL, presumably repelled by the road closures. I was behind him heading into Melrose Terrace but was caught by the lights at the top but still passed him again down Waterloo Place, resisting the urge to wave each time.