Farewell, Glasgee! I’ve found a really FAST route back to London…
But before I left, I really had to get snapped with David:
Oh, look! I’m wearing a V1179.
Things I have learnt in Glasgow:
- To stand well back from puddles when cars speed past.
- That the bus system is excellent and they’ll drop you where you like. (Unheard of in London.)
- That Glasgow hospitality is second to none.
- That the tardis really gets around in this city.
I feel that special mention should go to Iain and his wife. Possibly the friendliest couple in Glasgow, they stopped my sister and I as we left our dinner table one evening. We chatted and Iain wrote down a list of recommended things to do and see during our stay. Wasn’t that lovely of him? Then we exchanged cards. I gave him a screamingly pink card for my blog and he passed me his much more sombre business card. I’d had a glass of wine or two. ‘Oooh!’ I squealed. ‘Plant and Tool Hire!’ I hope Iain doesn’t think I was taking the mickey. I was genuinely just really excited to have met such lovely people.
Iain’s list, crumpled and rain-spattered
My only criticism of this trip is that I was unable to bring my knitting or crochet with me because of air plane carry on restrictions. The horror! (When oh when will air lines learn that middle aged women with knitting needles are not going to commit terrorist acts.)
I’m itching to get back to the sewing now, having been torn from my machine for DAYS. London, here I come!