MOTD for 2 and then to fetch Tom from his sleepover; and then to the Fruitmarket; some workshop for 8-11 y.o. kids; they enjoyed it fine; whilst I browsed in their bookshop. 

A slow wander via the museum to hers; then shopping at Asda in CCC. Back to hers and unpack; remove the tree and its needles (sort of) and finally onto a 47 late afternoon before G got back and we were in and eating Spanish bean stew and into cosy pjs and early Sunday night-ness. Well, mostly. There was trauma on the other end of the phone but eventually it subsided. Unlike the howling wind which soundtracked my descent into sleep.

The presence of his father loomed large over young Tom