Last supper

From up close he could see that the mural was already beginning to flake off the wall. The paint was not smooth, as it should be, but grainy, as though applied over a fine layer of sand.

Early doors to collect the flat keys from Alan. Later, Megan loads her stuff and we trudge across to Glasgow again. Thence to Kinghorn for supper with Claire.

If I had been expecting a birthday dinner, I would have been disappointed. We take a walk round Kinghorn, ending at the Ship, which was closed. We go back to the flat and rustle up a Gousto dinner.

Tomorrow, Megan goes grape picking. I leave on Thursday. Angus is already installed in Edinburgh. All change.

Back home, we set the alarm for early doors tomorrow.