| Comment | Don't know its name, or even the area, it could be anywhere in greater Glasgow. When I temped for an agency about 15 years ago, I spent a week working for First updating their timetables (unscrewing the perspex covers, taking down the old timetable, pritt-sticking the new one, rescrew).
It was an oval, or semi-circle, on a bit of a hill, looked like well-maintained ex-council houses, really nice and quiet, only person I could see was a wee old woman walking by. Everything felt calm and *right*, no exaggeration thinking this is where I should come back to as a grumpy old cunt to get less grumpy, then die. |
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