I took the train to Glasgow today and was not at all disappointed that we had to re-route and the journey would be longer that usual. I sat back, as I had done on the bus into town, and looked out of the window and observed.

I saw:-

8 large pizza boxes being worn by the most miserable and cold looking people. No wonder I bet they felt completely humiliated. A sandwich board or a flyer but a large pizza box hanging from your shoulders is maybe too far.

A girl with the classic back of the dress in her tights - how did she not feel the draught, it was cold this morning.

The kelpies large and proud from Polmont Station, closely followed by a sign in a bedroom window ' Marry Me Orlando?' I wonder if he had seen it, or had given his reply.

And then I saw my girl, fresh from a heavy night of celebration, with no make-up, and a huge hangover, but with all the pent up excitement that only a birthday can bring a young woman. She had an urgent need for stodge and much of it and managed to order her Bloody Mary, but didn't manage to drink it. I managed my 11.30 am cocktail, much to my surprise. We had a lovely lunch just the two of us. I am delighted that she wanted me to be there to share her day with her and I relished every moment of it. Soon I may not be the person she wants to share these things with. Onto the cinema to see Hunger Games. I was blown away, it left me exhausted but desperate to see it again.

She left, headed for bed, and I shopped. Glasgow is a beautiful city, the lights are so elegant. The buskers are incredible and the shops so much better than in the Capital city. I think I am falling in love with the city and felt an overwhelming desire to move there.

Happy Birthday my sweet girl, your last year as a teenager, yet you will always be my baby, my world. x