Waiting for Grandma

We paid an impromptu visit to Glasgow this morning to hand over Christmas presents that daughter # 4 would take up to Elgin later today, thus saving the cost of posting them.

If the logic of spending £16 on train tickets as opposed to parcel postage defeats you, then fear not, because I admit it is hard to understand.

Suffice it to say that an hour's interaction with Glasgow granddaughter, Nina, is far more pleasurable than 15 minutes with the man in the post office and therefore worth every penny of the additional cost.
Also, the man in the post office would not present you with a homemade necklace of painted pasta tubes which completed my ensemble for today. Alas there has been a bit of collateral damage with a considerable trail of glittery stars which have fallen off en route home.

The sun shone on Glasgow today and the Glaswegians were out and about Christmas shopping and making us laugh with their irrepressible banter, so lacking in douce Edinburgh.
Some wit has placed the iconic traffic cone hat which usually sits on the head of the Duke of Wellington outside GOMA, on his horse's head for a change.
They would never get away with that in the Capital.