Chapter 3 – The Morning After

The morning after the night before dawns with crippling tiredness. Sleep escaped me, with my head racing all night. Emelia, my wife, listens patiently to my footballing venture, where the conversation ends with a kiss on the cheek and cup of tea, signalling the start of another day. For me, my world had changed forever. For her, it was just another day.

We all have experienced it. You go to bed; however, your mind is in a different world. The whole night, my head spun through the evening’s events, with every hour spent trying to find a new resting position in the hope of turning my head off. 

After a full breakfast, provided by our housekeeper, Agnes, I strode out of 2 Moray Place, our home from home. This new build set of apartments is situated in bustling Strathbungo and are a fabulous fete of design from my neighbour Alexander, who is a genius of our time.

The Glasgow, Barrhead and Neilston Direct Railway provides my mode of transport to work, disembarking at the South Side Terminal in the Gorbals and cross over the river. I walk up Hope Street to my office, where my pride and joy resides: Thompson & French Co. Ltd.

Work is essential; play ranks higher. Saturday is the next time our band of brothers meet again.

——————————————          © Graeme Brown 2018          ——————————————-

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