The final time

So this weekend is my final trip to Glasgow to finish off the flat before the tenants move in on Monday. My last “free” weekend in my wee flat.

I know I am going to have mixed feelings. It has been upgraded to a nice standard, I do wonder why I didn’t do it for myself years ago.

It is also another last for me, a last trip to Scotland before the independence vote. Now that I am Yorkshire man I don’t get a vote; something I am mild disappointed in. However I have a greater fear for the post vote days, no matter which way it goes. This referendum has been polarising across Scotland, between family and friends and the morning after is not going to heal the hard words that have passed between some. Also, with a vote this close, and it will be close, there is not going to be a clear mandate either way. Yes there will be a legal victory, but if the losing side gets 40-49% of the vote, then whilst the matter will be settled, it will not be gone. There will still be a significant proportion of the Scottish electorate who thought the other way. This will benefit Yes, if it loses; there can be another referendum in 15 years time. There will never be a referendum to reunify…..

So I hope for a clear result; a +60% one way or the other, but I don’t think it will happen. On the 19th September, if it was a win either way by a few percentage points, then no one should be crowing, they should be working out how to reunify Scotland.

In the meantime, I will enjoy my criuse up the M6/M74 with, for the last time for at least a couple of years, the destination of St Vincent Street.

What is it for.

Social media that is……

We all have different ideas; for some it is all about our lives, sharing top bits of information, the odd photo and the even odder argument with the spouse or someone; for others it is about keeping up with our groups, clubs and cultural interests. Others see it as a new form of procrastination and the growing of electronic vegetables, and there are loads more ideas of what it might be for, but most of us use it in all kinds of different ways. Snippets, photos, games, groups, causes, catastrophes.

As someone who has recently left a good number of friends and family a good 4 hours drive away (miles huh?) and was never good on the phone call side of things I tend to use it for the odd bits of snippet info or photos. Yup there is sometimes a share, but only of something that is of interest to me that some friends may find of interest. It is where I do my best to keep those I now don’t get to see every day/week/month a bit of insight as to my new experience, and where I can find out how they, their kids/dog/dug/cat etc are doing.

What I struggle with is when friends or family activity complain they do not know how they are going to stay in touch and then start to remove me from friends/follow lists. I have either moved to a foreign country and become the enemy (Scotland to England, so in the current independence debate climate that may be the case in their fevered imaginations), or it may be because I am no long at the drop of a hat available that I am gone and forgotten.

Either way, it smarts a bit. From close friend to an unfollow in 5 months. How do you take that?

*honest I don’t post drivel!

I am glad it has never been that bad

Monday has started with a horrible incident, my morning train has hit someone.

I can see the team currently waiting to collect the person and I just eternally grateful, again, that life had not ever got so hard or confusing for me.

The reaction of shock and sadness on the train’s team has caused a stillness on the train. They are carrying on, giving out the free tea and coffee but as they pass by you can tell from their eyes they are in a degree of shock.

I can’t help but think the person has people out there who are continuing on with a Monday morning but are going to have it shattered by a knock at the door.

It is a horrible experience.

I would love to think that we can all track the people we love and tell them out will never be that bad, but know in some instances that we cannot.


So it is 2 months in to living as a Yorkshire man and life still goes on a pace and two thing have completely surprised me over the last few months;

  1. Cohabiting was the right thing and has come completely easy to me. I was worried that after so many years of being used to my own place under my own control I would completely frustrate the new co of the habit aka @maccagraeme. However the indications are that he doesn’t want to do me in and I have adapted with ease to our weekly Sunday morning trips to Tesco. Even our joint gym membership is being used!
  2. Commuting isn’t that bad. I thought I was going to very grumpy at 6am and stomping down to the train station in a teenage strop, but no. My Kindle and Audible are getting heavily abused and the whole thing relatively pleasant. The only niggle factor is that I am on my second commuter cold.

However there is one thing the three of us (Ezio is included in this one) have realised is that our current abode is a tad on the small side for is al. So much so that, even though more than half of my “stuff and nonsense” still reside in Glasvegas, we have had to take storage down here to be able to fit in.

So our weekends are spent looking at houses and preparing our humble home for a new owner.

House hunting is an odd thing, what do you ask? How do you decide? How much do you pay? All of these things we are learning as we tour York looking at some desirable and not so desirable homes. It is also hard not to set our ideals on somewhere when we have not sold, but we have. So we are “hopes up” and showing prospective around the house with smiles and, for once, a sociable and nosy Ezio.

This Way Up


Just to prove that I am not just procrastinating about this whole new job, new city, new cat thing, and to prove that I am doing something, today I took receipt of enough packing boxes to shift a 2 to 3 bedroom house!

For those that know I live in a one bedroom flat, well you will also know the amount of utter hording I have completed in by 19 years in this place and will therefore know that I need to shift the equivalent of a 3 bedroom house.

With all that said I am drafting in a couple of very carefully selected friends to help with this task; Firstly we have “My Gracie”, she is efficient, streamlined and will get me in order; secondly there is “The Artist”, she understands attachment to ‘things and stuff’ better than anyone I know. These to wonderful women are going to make sure I don’t take all my crap (get ready Oxfam!) but ensure that I do take all the things that mean something. I know that if left to my own devices, like the pharaohs of old did in their tombs, I would crap every piece of everything in.

Today however I have been brave, I thought I better pack a few boxes on my own to get over the feeling of it all. It is odd seeing empty shelves…..