A storm in a D cup?

Storm in a D cup? I wish! Sadly, I'd have never been a page 3 model. Oh well...

Anyway, I am so embarrassed!

As the day was really quite pleasant, mom and I left the house soon after breakfast and caught the X77 to Glasgow. We arrived at the bus stop just as the bus was pulling out and being a bit flustered and in a rush, I hadn't got my bus fare ready. Mom clambered on before me and headed straight upstairs as I rummaged in my big bag for my purse which had disappeared down in the depths underneath my camera. I grabbed hold of it and whipped it out along with my white bra! If any of you read my yesterday blip, you will know that I took the bra out to adorn this tree but didn't bother in the end and stuffed it back in my bag.

The driver didn't even blink. Well done to him! He fiddled with something on his dashboard while I, with my blood red face, shoved the offending very small article under my camera and got a tenner out of my purse. I could not look him in the eye as I took my day return ticket and change. I couldn't wait to get upstairs and explained my beetroot appearance to mom saying I was too hot. Awful! Awful! Awful!

I was relieved that the driver was not on the bus when we got off helping an elderly couple with their luggage.

We went straight to John Lewis after that for lunch and then had a walk down Buchanan Street to Glasgow Central Station and back again taking time to watch a couple of cracking street bands. The weather stayed fine all day and I was mightily relieved it was a completely different bus driver on the way back so I didn't need to wish I could have borrowed the drummer's mask. Sorry I have no idea what that band was called but the man in shorts with the legs had a superb Paolo Nutini type voice.

My chosen picture is of Clanadonia who I have seen in Glasgow a couple of times now. Lots of people were taking pictures!

Go large!!

Track? I fancy a bit of Peter Green tonight - Black Magic Woman