Getting Back to Normal

For the first time this month, I braved the walk into town for a meeting with my new lawyers. Not only was the walk a joy free of straggling language school students or tourist families strung out over the pavements, but in the meeting, I managed to avoid being signed up to giving yet more money away.

Although the Festival is over, the dismantling has a long way to go. I have blipped a fairly calm tourist free Victoria street to contrast with the flurry of yellow garbed labourers attempting to reinstate beautiful George Square Gardens to the green oasis that they were and are no longer. The University need to crack the whip to complete the task before the imminent arrival of the next batch of students. There’s never a dull moment in this part of the world.

I hope this blog is up beat enough for my wee brother who has accused me of being too depressing and grumpy for the good of his health. That he should be so lucky as to live in rural Wiltshire.