On Thursday I went through to Dundee to meet David. He had taken the train up from Manchester a couple of days before, and had been packing up the last of his stuff and giving the flat a deep clean before handing in his keys to the landlord. Chanel and he had already taken the majority of his belongings to Manchester a couple of weeks ago, so there wasn’t too much to load into our car, and by the time I arrived at lunchtime on Thursday David was just finishing the clean, he has left the flat in excellent condition and I jolly well hope that the landlord doesn’t take a cleaning charge from his deposit (as landlords are wont to do) because it would in no way be justified. We then went for a stroll in the autumn sunshine and saw a Ferris wheel near the V&A so of course we jumped onto it and were treated to some lovely views of Dundee and the River Tay and the bridges. Then we went for lunch to The Bach; the same New Zealand restaurant that Chanel took me to in September. Again the food was delicious and we had a lovely chat there and on the journey back to Glasgow.
After a quick tea Ally, Davie and James went to Ibrox to the Rangers game. They asked me to give them a lift via Kings Park and Crossmyloof, and when the traffic came to a standstill above the M77 because all the football traffic was converging, they got out of the car to walk the rest of the way, and got to their seats in good time. When I managed to get back down onto the motorway to head home, the road was completely clear, unlike the traffic coming in the other direction, which was jammed solid. I decided to watch a Nigerian film (Nollywood) that had caught my eye while browsing Netflix a few nights ago, called “God Calling” I thought that it was a lovely film; in some ways very simple and naive, but ultimately thoughtful and positive.
The boys arrived home later in a great mood because Rangers had won their match.
The next morning Davie and I went for brunch in Vin18 (yummy) and then I gave him a lift to Motherwell train station for his journey south. Unfortunately I overshot the station so we had to hurry a couple of hundred yards on foot back along the road to reach it, and David had three bags of his belongings with him, one of which was extremely heavy. Luckily he is a strong young man and we got to the platform with a few minutes to spare. He was able to stash his luggage in the rack and find a seat before the train departed. The good news was that it was a direct train and Chanel was going to pick him up by car at Manchester, so he didn’t have to carry the bags too far at the end of his journey.
No comments:
Post a Comment