Blue door, red door

Up to that there Glasgow for various messages, including meeting a chum for lunch, which was a pleasant change from cooking for myself.
I took the camera for a wee walk and found a blue door and a red door. Weegee afficianados will recognise both locations.
Back in time for tea and a quick game of hunt-the-laundry. My socks are still in the basket, but then they didn't go in with yesterday's cottons.
A furkle in John Lewis's lighting department has resolved the questions of how to light the refurbished kitchen. It's going to be good.