Just Be Close at Hand

My best gal has gone again. 

Two weeks came and went in a flash. 

Her leaving meant that we had a legally compliant trip to Glasgow to drop her off.  That trip was preceded by a trip to The Kiosk at the Station where we indulged in a Steak Slice Roll for Breakie. 

Then we took off up the road, swore at bad drivers and smiled when we saw Dad and a Deer. 

Glasgow was sooo quiet. It's weird.  I think it is because everyone was on the way down the road to Troon. 

We got to the station, and watched as one train was cancelled and then another and then Tooli's.   Tooli took off into the Station Office and came back out with another ticket, and seat reservations for another train an hour later. 

We left her with the minimum  of tears.  They keep leaving me so often that I'm getting used to it.  Stupid masks though.  How can I kiss my babies with material in the way. 

We went home via Ikea.   

You can't drive all the way to Glasgow with out a trip to Ikea. 

we bought new lamps, (3 off) Pans (2 off) Charger (wrong type) Stools (2 off), Biscuits x 2, Shoe trays x 3 (because they are really good to store pot plants on). 

Good Day. 



Dusty