Luca was positively buzzing with anticipation, even throughout the 3.5 hour car journey. Predictably however, he decided to fall asleep just as we arrived in Glasgow. Here he is, with that weird "eyes half open" sleep thing he does. He may be possessed. It would explain much.
Luckily we were parked near a local playpark, and had an hour to kill before heading to the game. "Luca, we're here". His eyes remained shut, as he emitted a low grumble from the base of his throat. "And we're going to the park". His eyes sprang open so quickly my startled elbow nudged the car horn. Being in Glasgow's west end, this at least served a purpose of instantly scaring off the kids who were at that moment attempting to remove the cars hubcaps.
I'll avoid the prison bar jokes.
Here comes Luca, determinedly striding across the playparks apparatus. I know I joke about his timidity, but he's far more confident than he was. Only a year ago he would likely have crawled across this section (if he'd even dared to venture on it at all). Incidentally, doesn't his stride here resemble that most infamous picture of Bigfoot?
Perhaps he is the missing link. Monkey-esque, he swings himself onto the slide.
"Yeeeaaahhhh!"
And be just like the other apes I'm tired of monkeying around.
The phrase "deja vu" was intended for use with many of my blogs.
Eventually his fun ended and we made our way to Firhill, outside which I took this picture of Luca. What's this sad face thinking? "Dad, are you really going to coerce me into a life of depressing desolation, forcing me to follow a truly terrible football team?"
Yes I am, but I'll buy you chocolate.
"HOW MUCH CHOCOLATE?"
Incidentally, we actually beat our illustrious opponents, Celtic, 2-1. This made the next leg of our journey rather more upbeat, as we inched our way through the Glasgow evening traffic before joining the open roads toward Loch Lomond. We initially stopped in a town called Tarbet and took in the gorgeous view overlooking the loch.
He's either really excited or constipated. It's often hard to tell.
We could have stayed all evening, but instead drove the last 3 miles of our Saturday trek to a nearby hostelry which contained the familiar faces of....
.......Granny, Granda, Aunt Dawn, cousin Jordan, Uncle Barry and Aunt Helen. Luca's astonishment was not staged, as I'd intentionally neglected to advise him of his evening companions. Seeing Granny and Granda outwith their normal realm was of great surprise to him, as was the appearance of the other strangely familiar faces. It took him a while to warm up however, as the regularity of his meetings with the Glasgow (shire) branch of our family is overly infrequent. Indeed, for the first 20 minutes or so he took refuge on his Granda's knee, cuddled up and coyly avoiding attention.
Here's a much improved picture. I attached the previous image purely as it amuses me. It's the pretence people have, of not being aware of a camera aimed at them. You invariably know when a camera is pointed at you, and it's a curiously human instinct to pretend you're unaware unless directly advised. Why is this? My theory is vanity, as if the picture of you is less than flattering you can at least quibble that "I didn't know I was in the picture, you caught me in a bad pose". Perhaps Kelly, our resident head doctor, can offer a more cogent hypothesis?
Following dinner, we retreated to our overnight destination of.......I can't remember. It was late, and I was tired. My brain was on autopilot at this stage as Dad navigated the few miles to the timeshare. It was as befitting an abode as the surrounding scenery demanded, and a beautiful place to stay. The view from the balcony was awe inspiring, overlooking endless grassy terrain, lochs, lakes and hills. You simply couldn't see a single building, road or car no matter what angle you strained your neck at. Awesome.
I'll describe details of the weekend at a later date. As keen as I am to post these pictures this evening, I'm equally as keen to spend the few remaining hours of the weekend with my family.
Plus of course the final episode of "The Apprentice" begins shortly. Heathen that I am.
**Useless fact of the day - Jane Goodall, a famous, legitimate and highly recognised primatologist and anthropologist, keenly believes that Bigfoot do indeed exist in the wild**
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