Glasgow

It takes a long time to get to Glasgow from Bridlington! I mean I know in terms of the world, like say as journey from Australia to Brid, Glasgow isn't very far. But it is a long way to drive in a car with a dog draped over your leg.
But anyway this weekend that where I've been. I left Thursday morning at a relatively early time of 8:00 AM and got back Sunday.
I really like Glasgow, I know it has quite a bad reputation and people think its really rough but I've never really seen that side of it.
For me Glasgow means Broomhill which is the area where my Auntie Uncle and Cousins live. Glasgow means seeing people that I get on with really well but don't get to see enough of. I don't have a huge family, don't have loads of relatives that pop up all over the place and apart from Hartlepool the people that I would go and visit as family are extremely few and far between. (here I insert a dig at Emma - Hartlepool beat Darlington this week!!!) I suppose thats why I love seeing the family I do know.
Well this weekend has been no exception and I've had a brilliant time!
So quickly so that I don't bore you too much this weekend = shopping, eating, drinks, hearing practice French orals, pub lunch, pizza, lots of coffee shops and much talking (as you can imagine with 6 females in one house) :-)