|Steve and Debbie|
Then it was a three hour train journey to Glasgow and as we drew into the city's Central Station, I tried to think when I'd last entered Glasgow by train. It must've been about thirty five years ago and the thing I noticed was that as the train crawled into the station, things looked pretty much the same as they always did - a bit grimy and run down. Even the station hadn't changed a jot - ok - some new stores dotted around it's periphery but the basic structure was just as it always had been. No St Pancras makeover for this city's main station!
Last night it was dinner with my three sons in Paisley. It looked like Tim wasn't going to make it but he decided to drive up from his Lincolnshire air force base at the last minute and was able to join us at Carlito's Italian Restuarant in what used to be the biggest town in the UK until they finally decided to make it a City. Now Paisley, or rather it's inhabitants, have an unfortunate tag applied to them - they say when Paisleyites move house, they're such a mean lot that they even take the wallpaper with them but I didn't see any evidence of that yesterday - all Scottish people seem to be incredibly friendly and the five Indians running the Italian Restaurant (how does that work?) were great with us, sitting patiently as we overstayed our welcome and sat around after all the other diners had left.
And so to today, Friday. The weather in Glasgow, just as it appears to be across the whole of the UK, is wet and windy. Not good because we were planning to walk to meet my aunt and cousin for lunch but if it stays like it is, my tame taxi driver (my brother) will have to get his car out of the drive once again and ferry me to yet another eating establishment.
Since I left France on Tuesday morning, I seem to have done nothing other than eat in restaurants and drink in pubs. My poor body is suffering and I still have three days to go! I never thought I'd say it but I can't wait to get back on J's diet!!!!