More pics from Neilston

A whole lotta allotment

This is pictures from Neilston where me and Hugh and a bunch of other people will be sharing a field to grow vegetables on (- or is that in?). Stunning place.

Spent sunday playing football*

*Yeah, really!

I've nothing to say

Went drinking on friday at the Óran Mór.

Had chinese food on the way home.

Started saturday with a mental breakdown but perked up and went for a walk into town via the park.

Case in point

Just to further prove my point about Glasgow architecture - here is a picture or two of a random street not far from where I live. See, I'm not lying to you...

If you wonder so -yes, the pictures are taken on two different days...

Caption not necessary

Not dead just resting

*This is for all of you who have been wondering about the predicaments of the cats. This is photographic evidence that they're still with us...

Me in my natural element

Guess where we spent friday evening!

Is that sad?

But we did get a lot of very useful stuff...

And we have finally gotten rid of the horrible black leather "hello-this-is-a-batchelor-pad" sofa due to a very generous gift from one of DBFs work mates. Coz she gave us her sofa (Klippan) and I could finally convince H from removing it from the living room. Much better now.

Lunch

This was my view when having lunch with DBF today. That, my friends, are Kelvingroove Art Museum. Yeah - WOW!

Of course I was sitting with my back to this.

Yeah - I know, dubble WOW!

That is some wedding-going-ons. The University has its own chapel and if you have been a student here you can get married there.

But then again, you can't really swing a cat here without hitting at least one gothic looking building. Usually transformed into a pub.

And that makes up for any lack of kitchen ceiling...

Look mum, no ceiling

So you take the decision and make all the arrangement. Take the cats to the vets (repeatedly), spend all your money on rabies shots (for the cats not yourself) and anticipate them freaking out completely over having to go by plane all by themselves to Manchester and then - as if that wasn't enough - having to go in a car with cat-killer-and-by-the-way-we-know-you-are-evil Hugh for long hours just to get to a complete strange place that isn't even their final destination.

You spend weeks sorting out and packing your stuff, throw away most of your possessions, use up all of your friends loyalty by asking favour after favour and still don't really make it. Because you have promised the next tennant to move in early you end up stressing out no end because you realise very late on that you will not be able to clean out the flat in the way you had imagined you would.

(Then you spend some time seething because the next tennant is throwing a total wobbler and acting as if she had the right to get in there early)

But then you get on the plane and the weather is lovely and you spot all the members of Primal Scream on the airport thinking that this must be a good omen.

Your loved one picks you up at the airport and just as you enter Scotland the sun is setting and you get that wonderful relaxed feeling in your stomach as you always do when in Glasgow. Aaaah.

Then you get up one morning and open the kitchen door and it looks like this.

Because - as you look closer - there is one big whopping hole in your ceiling!

Luckily, you don't have to clean it up yourself.

Aaah, life in Glasgow. Don't you just love it!