We had a nice weekend here in Glasgow. Michelle is back in ‘gay Paris’, I’m still here. We took a quick spin by the French Embassy in Edinburgh on Friday to see if they had any news but sadly, no. There was no news, but not all was lost, we did discover that the lady in Edinburgh was not as mean as everyone else made her out to be. She has no control over my file, and yes, she also finds it a bit strange that we haven’t heard anything yet, and she assures us that we will be the first to know when my file comes back from France. So. There we are. No further ahead, but no further behind.

The weekend in Glasgow included at trip to FOPP (for Michelles CD habit), dinner at Mother India – for the best Pakistani food outside of Pakistan, an introduction to Isla for Michelle (and a brief reunion with her proud parents Barry & Michelle), catchup with the girls at the Rug Rooms, brunch at Stravaigin, an impromptu meeting in Offshore, a few handfuls of new old books from Biblocafe, a cheap clothing fest for Michelle at Primark & TK Maxx, a pint at the Granary – and then the perfect Glasgow Saturday night with a ‘carry out’ from the local Chinese in front of the telly! Brunch at the Observatory before the train ride back to Edinburgh yesterday afternoon ended our weekend until the next time…