Dinner in town ...

This is Buchanan Street in Glasgow as I’ve rarely seen it, almost empty in the late evening light. We met friends for dinner in town in order to exchange Christmas presents (late, not early!) because they’ve been travelling as only 60-somethings taking a gap year can.

Glasgow like this reminded me almost painfully of my youth - walking home after a Prom concert, enjoying the freedom and the everlasting daylight. I never feel threatened by my home city - probably illusory to feel so safe, but I always have.

Last night’s blip ended with me finding I’d rested my head on my computer screen and had ended with a sentence that now makes no sense to me.

Oops...