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Sunday afternoons are always difficult. If we're having a Glasgow weekend, I have to leave Imp and come back to Edinburgh. If we're having an Edinburgh weekend, she has to leave me and go back to Glasgow. I'm not complaining - we have made the decision to live like that and things would be much, much worse if we didn't miss each other. But it's still difficult. This was a Glasgow weekend, so it was my turn to travel.

The soundtrack: John Coltrane, A Love Supreme. It's odd listening to music so intense in a setting so mundane as a bus travelling along the M8.

All of which has nothing to do with the photograph, except that I took it on the bus.