The BArras!

Oh the Barras oh the Barras theyr'e no in Rome or PAris!

So the song goes! Chubby hubby dragged me round the bloody Barras shop market in the East End of Glasgow today, Now window shopping of absolutley any description is my idea of Hell on earth but to be dragged roon the Barras is even worse! I loathe them, always have & always will do! Why he couldn't just on his own I don't know, I was like a recalcerent kid dragging my heels , hands deep in pockets trailing behind. What did he buy? 4 scabby light bulbs which when brought them home were so bloody rotted they looked possitivley dangerous! still he put them in the bulb sockets! They did work!
Many moons ago you would hear the patter of wee Weegies, now you hear foreign tongues! and very few Glaswegians!
Finally managed to return to my more familiar West End and had a good meal at Cafe Alaluz.
God knows what tomorrow holds at this rate!

Happy blipping all