The rest of the Week!!

Wednesday is the day when my brother Charlie drives me to the west. Aunty Helen came too. she is most social and great company and loves all the chat surrounding our visit.

Shelley was home from Aberdeen, not to see me (silly) but to have one of her famous nights out.

So the car was loaded up with goodies and we ventured forth, only to hit a massive jam. 1 1/2 hours delays, but Sat Nav came into its own as we manoeuvred around the city.

The mean streets was not an exaggeration. Car locks were flipped. This was not the Buchannan Gallery. Charlie number plate reads "HUN", short for Hunter, but as he explained, it also has football connections and not one that all Glaswegians would read favourably. Great! I had images of gang warfare. I wanted to shout out the windows "it is OK, we don't do football! We are a rugby family!!" but Charlie advised that it would be best not to.

As we cruised through the gheto it all seemed quite quiet. No shots were fired, and nit even a burnt out car in sight. I was quite disappointed really. I kept expecting some little gang to jump out of the shadows and start singing songs from west side story. Oh well, another illusion shattered. Not Even Taggart!

The southern was reached safely. Colin was mobile and we sat with Earl Grey and Cappuccinos, served with a delicious Victoria Sponge. Helen as usual was the highlight of the visit. Entertaining Colin and myself with stories and was soon chatting away to Jane and Richard. So as we were now surplus to requirement, Colin and I went and had some private time. All is well and the the gym and physio filled his day. But with the weekend on the horizon so I hope that there would be rugby on. Must check Tv LISTING!

We headed into the town to drop Shelley. With one eye looking out for Rab C Nesbitt, and with numerous warnings about the unscrupulous boys in Glasgow, (Trainspotting came to mind, but then I remembered that was Edinburgh, hmmm). We headed back east and left Shelley with warnings ringing in her ears!!

PS. Shelley seemed to survive her visit to the West. It did involve a trip to A and E, when her friends flat mate was dropped on her face, maybe in a re-enactment of the scene from dirty dancing, and split open her chin. She came home with some new purchases and has disappeared again to the land of Abdn. That's my girl!