This time last year, I was moving into my fifth flat in Glasgow. I’d lived there since 2006 and had five addresses. The reason I moved so much wasn’t because I’m fickle. It was because two of my five landlords neglected to pay the mortgages on the flats I occupied. And the secure places had lifts that liked to break down when I needed to go to work, or on nights I had tickets for concerts. During one particular breakdown…
Sarge and I went back to Glasgow for my best friend’s birthday dinner last weekend. After my gift-buying mission was complete and we went here for more vanilla (and hazelnut and gingerbread) coffee syrup, we went to my favourite coffee shop in my old neighbourhood. I lived around the corner from it, and it must have seemed like I held court there. This is the place where I met friends, laughed, gossiped, waited and wrote. I looked out onto…
