This weekend away was so needed. Unbelievably, welcomely, fabulously, wonderfully needed.
I got up early and got the train over to Glasgow. HarryPotter met me at Queen’s Street and we got a coffee and a muffin from the old café by the office. So much of my internship was spent at that café with HarryPotter. Would all the old memories come back, including the bad ones? Would it all feel just too weird; and I’d wish I hadn’t come to Glasgow? Continue reading