Glasgow

Started the day well with another Combat class at Porty with this great view.
Then through the Glasgow to spend the day with R, just chatting about nothing between her big naps. Thankfully she is no worse, but no better. It’s a strange waiting game. She’s glad to be home from hospital but stuck in her attic bedroom cut off from the World, how long can you live like that? There is no answer
Caught a quick coffee with son H in a wee cafe in the West End, sporting a new mullet and an d an old hangover. He’s such a lovely boy, miss him.