|Wur accommodation - before it got untidy|
|It had a window seat - upon which I fondly imagined myself reading and being artistically inspired. I wasn't.|
There was a kitchen, complete with complimentary bottle of wine. Result.
A lovely contemporary bathroom - that is a DOUBLE sink
And it had a SPA bath - which I also fondly pictured myself being all arty and relaxing with a glass of wine. I didn't. I did relax in it with a mug of tea. Which is not the same thing.
Next day - rain of biblical splendour and I am dragged like a truculent teenager to The Transport Museum - now in its new home. It was pretty good. But a Transport Museum is not the place for someone who really wants to be sequestered in front of a black and white movie with a hot chocolate.
Tartarus, as you can see, was like a pig in the proverbial.
Standing in front of a case of ships, he was happy.
fire engines, bicycles and lots of other assorted shit to do with motors
The glass hearse, complete with stuffed horses. I'm having me one of THESE when the time comes. You can bugger your ecological wicker baskets - give me horses with plumes and a glass carriage.
In the evening we went out with my lovely friends B and C. We went to Bobar so that we could watch Scotland v Lithuania. However, several bottles of gorgeous red put paid to any interest we had in the game. They came back to ours for a nightcap (ie another bottle of wine). This is them with their jackets still on and checking their mobile phones for Important Messages.
The next day there was a bit of a break in the weather and we went to Kelvingrove Art Gallery. This is a photo of my old Alma Mater - Glasgow University. See that tower? I've been up that tower.
My other spiritual home, Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum
I sat for ages in The Glasgow Boys room and then headed out into the open area with many sculpted busts. This is my favourite - a harpy, whose name escapes me.
Not the sort of woman you would go home to with a burst pay packet, eh?
Then today it was back home. Is Nibbles still in his cage. Check. Yep, the half brick is still in place. No escapee hamster this time.
And then, it was 2pm and time to go to the school to uplift our filthy, dirty little children after 5 joyous days at Castle Toward
And here he is. All pants worn. All socks worn. Soap untroubled by water though.
Truthfully? We were all delighted to see each other for nearly a full 60 minutes.
I hope that you have had a marvellous 5 days while you were all stuck in my pocket. Incidentally, choosing a thin linen jacket to wear for the full 5 days to Glasgow was foolhardy in the extreme as the whip-end of Hurricane Irene blustered her way through Scotland. I was so wet and miserable, I had to be led AWAY from the duffle coat section in Debenhams, weeping.
As Billy Connolly says, there's no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.
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