Kinghorn nights

Yes, we gave her drugs - we wanted to free her from those sinister clinics up in the hills, from those men in white coats who know best. Bibi needed to soar over our heads, dreaming her amphetamine dreams, coming off the beach in the evening and leading everyone into the cocaine night.

It takes me hours to get up. In Kinghorn, the builders visit, this time with a plumber, and decide that they can’t do the work that they’ve quoted for after all.

Eventually, I load up the car with table and chairs, towels, and suchlike and wend my way north. The flat is looking much better now that Owen has painted over much of the garish decor we inherited.

A stir fry and a beer later Owen heads back to Glasgow. Hamish gets back from a bender and collapses into bed. Claire and I wander along the sea front in the moonlight, climb the hill under the railway, onto the high street, and retire to her rented room.