Ashton

Ashton Lane. What a place to watch the rugby, upstairs in the Grosvenor Cafe. Despite not being the biggest fan, the atmosphere was mighty, the gins tasty and the result went the right way for Oirish Mr N.
We’d come thru early dropped him off with pal Paddy to go to a spin class. They were the only blokes and about thirty Lycra clad girls. Can’t see the attraction
I, instead, took my boys to Urban West for brunch then picked up the two older boys, aglow with sweat. Lunch in Kilmacolm then back to the West End.
After the rugby was done walked in west Glasgow rain to Suissi, a vegan Malaysian restaurant which was out of this world tasting food, though the red wine made Paddy rather unpopular with the noise level.
Uber back for cuppa tea and the zzzzs