Wednesday 13 May 2009
Terri and I flew up to Glasgow last Thursday on a very early flight. When we arrived it was raining so we hopped on a bus (OK, this is a novelty for us country girls) and went into the city centre. We’d taken overnight bags which at that stage weren’t particularly heavy, but got heavier during the two days due to an abundance of shopping in Glasgow. We roamed the streets on Thursday with the aid of a trusty map Terri’d picked up on the bus until such time as we’d had enough of shopping and set off to find our hotel. Due to our lack of knowledge of the city it took us a little bit longer than we expected, but once we’d found it we checked in and deposited our bags.
Later that evening Lorraine and her partner picked us up from the hotel for a guided tour of the area. Terri mentioned that she’d like to see the cathedral and it turned out that neither of them had ever visited it, but Andrew knew the way well enough and we arrived there during a dry spell! We strolled around the cathedral to the Necropolis which Lorraine had heard of, but also never visited.
This is a close-up of the emblem you can see in the first picture:
and it’s Glasgow’s Coat Of Arms. The story is here.
Unfortunately we were starting to lose the light by then as well as being unsure whether the gates were locked at night so moved on to the nearest pub for a drink.
I think Doctor Who might have been visiting as we spotted this on the way to the cathedral.
I’d already seen a lot of police boxes in Edinburgh, but this was the first one in Glasgow. No doubt there are others scattered around the city.
As we were walking back to the car it started hailing very heavily and by the time we got in we were soaked through. We then drove past the church where the wedding will be in September, the town hall where we stopped to look inside and Lorraine’s apartment to show Terri where she lived.
The following day after breakfast we checked out of the hotel and again walked to the city where I bought a pair of Long Tall Sally boots reduced from £70 to £5 – a real bargain I thought. We later met up with Lorraine, her sister and niece for the dress fitting. Satisfyingly my dress needed a little more alteration around the waist, as did the younger bridesmaids’ dresses which hadn’t been fitted before.
Once the fitting was done we went for something to eat, deciding it was better to try on the dresses before eating a huge meal! Andrew picked us up later and drove us back to the airport. We arrived home about 11.15 pm, absolutely worn out!
On Saturday after milking, Gordon’s mother arrived after visiting the doctor who’d referred her to the hospital in Taunton, but she didn’t think she’d bother “as it was a long way to drive on a Saturday afternoon”. After a little persuasion and an offer to take her in my car she agreed to go; after all, if it was nothing important the doctor probably wouldn’t have referred her. At the hospital we waited for several hours for results of blood tests and they showed there was the possibility she had a blood clot in her leg which was swelling and what prompted her to go to the doctor in the first place. She was given blood thinning injections over the weekend and went back again on Monday where they scanned her affected leg. It turns out it isn’t a clot, but they don’t know what it is, so further tests are necessary.
I visited my mother on Monday to find her tired but out of bed watching the television from the sofa. Her broken arm has stopped hurting but she has to go to the hospital next Monday. At this rate I shall get to know all departments of the hospital. Today I took mother-in-law to Cardiology (same hospital) for tests totally unrelated to the whole leg thing, but following on from tests she had last Tuesday, when I also drove her to the hospital! My car will know the way on it’s own before long. I wouldn’t mind, but the parking fee is horrendous! Every time I drive either my mum or Gordon’s to the hospital they insist on paying for it.
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