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Weekend in Glasgow

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When we arrive in Glasgow you notice there is the minimum amount of effort made by both Sarah and Adam. We’ve never been offered clean sheets as far as I could see. However Maggi said she thought they were clean. They are always the same sheets that Islay has slept in. We usually have to ask for a clean towel, although a towel was available in the bedroom we use on Saturday. 

I didn’t have any breakfast on Saturday morning, just a couple of cups of coffee. We walked from the house to look at Finn and Sorely’s school. We have visited it in the past and I’m not sure of the purpose of this current trip except that Finn has just changed from his previous school. We looked at some of the grand houses in the area which Sarah seemed keen to show us.

Grand house in Pollokshields

I am not sure why I declined anything to eat. Adam had booked a local place for lunch. When we arrived they denied they had any reservation and they made no attempt to compromise. No thought was given to come back soon and we’ll find a way round this problem. Just bugger off. 

We walked off and went down the road to another place which had closed down. Then we came to a place called Six by Nico, by far the most expensive restaurant in the area. Food is only available as a set of 6 different courses at a cost of £39. Maggi suggested we pay for a set of 6 such meals for the 8 of us. I thought this was a bit expensive and the bill worked out at £317. No one offered to pay and I didn’t hear a thank you from Sarah. 

Our expensive restaurant Six by Nico

I thought the six small courses were mostly very tasty although the fish dish was dried out. The chef had tried to bring some interesting flavours to each course. 

We came back to the house and I had a siesta. Maggi took the kids and Sarah to have an ice cream. I don’t know how they could eat anymore after such a short time. I believe Maggi paid for that as well. 

Rachel and Craig popped over to say hello. We wouldn’t have seen them if I hadn’t mentioned it to Sarah or Adam. I can’t remember which one then subsequently called them and they were very happy to drop by before going off to their evening out. 

They said they had been to the Mary Quant exhibition at Kelvin Grove. 

In the late afternoon we watched England draw with Ukraine in a European Qualifier. Not an interesting or exciting game. At 8 pm England began their attempt at winning the Rugby World Cup. Their first match against Argentina turned out to be a great game. 

In the run up to the tournament England had had a series of disastrous results and Argentina had beaten them in their last encounter. So when Tom Curry was red carded after 3 minutes things didn’t look too good. However as a result of complete commitment by the English team and some great play by George Ford they will won by 27-13. 

Sunday morning and the same lack of effort prevailed. After reading a bit of the paper Maggi, Adam, Sorely and I went for a walk to Queens Park and the surroundings. A pleasant stroll up to the flagpole which gives you a good view across part of Glasgow and the countryside. 

Lunch was a mixture of bits and pieces in the cupboard with some pitta bread and humus bought from the nearby Sainsbury’s local. Not a lot of effort involved in that. We then drove to Kelvin Grove to visit the Mary Quant show. I didn’t want to go around and neither did Keir or Islay. They joined me as we passed through some of the other rooms in this mad collection of disparate articles. We looked at the stuffed animals, the distorted statute of Elvia Presley, some ancient wooden objects and other stuff. 

An Elk with a cheeky grin

After half hour I suggested that we adjourn and find somewhere to buy an ice cream. We ended up in the local Tesco where I bought 3 Magnums.  The others came out soon afterwards. We went for a short walk and returned to the van, then back to the house. A bit of cricket on TV then the Scotland v South Africa rugby. South Africa overwhelmed the Scots through sheer power. 

Dinner consisted of two veggie curries bought in from the local takeaway. Again not a lot of effort. 

At the end of the match everyone drove to the airport to drop us off and then they were all going to have a free drink. 

As I waved goodbye I was glad to no longer be involved with the constant battle that seems to take place between the kids. I love to see them but when you are confined to the house they argue continuously. I find it warring.

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