She came to escape Hers; She was in and set up  before them lads were up and about.

Sledging (the final act) and a chat with the homeless guy who'd spent the night in the cardboard box that is still at the main door; he has size 8 feet so I was unable to assist in his request for dry footwear; and I'm also fresh out of camomile tea (as was Derek's Place, strangely). He also seemed less than keen to get his promised thermal wellies in Tollcross any other way than in the back of his friend's van so my bus fare stayed in my pocket. As he himself admitted, he has trust issues....

Morrison's en masse at lunchtime and an afternoon slaving over a hot stove. She left on a bus at the end of the working day to start a shift on the home front.