Glamour

Nostalgia again. This time for the 11th of April this year.

It's like time travelling, between Blipfoto and the contents of the pockets of my smart winter jacket (just taken out today), I can recreate the while day.

7.43 bus into town, 8.30 train to glasgow, 10.00 train to irvine, back to glasgow, 13.45 train back, 14.47 bus back to the office, in the office until 1837, when I bought pizza and peroni for dinner. Must have been a bad day, there was also rhubarb pie.


(the Arches is quite nice, as it happens. This is of course the back door)