Kelvingrove

I went through to Glasgow today. 

Hopped on the train, had fish and chips at Kelvingrove and had a lovely time looking at the Scottish Colourists and the Glasgow Boy's stuff. 

Spent far too much money on silly things like socks and cushion covers and expensive shampoo. Got a taxi back from the station (I get taxi's about twice a year, usually for wedding, christenings or funerals but today I decided to get a taxi).

Now I am home, my day of self indulgence is coming to an end, and I better make a shopping list and get some washing on. 

Glass of something nice first though. 

That is fair enough isn't it?