'No 17'

Jaunting around the West End. One my own...like a big girl. With no kids or husband (sorry Paul) there.

I meandered, I drank coffee and read the papers and there was no-one there asking me if we were going to the park yet.

I've worked out that it was 20 years ago that we hung out here.... Bloody heck, are we that old already?


So, here's to you the boys from in and around Glasgow Street.





By the way, try it large. It's rather nice.