Monday was a day of small victories. Firstly, I made my way from the Village to the Tollcross swimming pool, straight, no wrong turns, no doubling back, like a hot knife through butter, and then, from there, I made it straight to the SECC without any bumps in the road either. 478 more words
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Some months ago I saw a thread on social media about pins for the Commonwealth Games. There were a great many participants in the discussion, about design and cost, for the production of one especially for the Clydesider Volunteers who would be working with the country teams in the Village. 349 more words
Although the word ‘journal’ comes from the French word for ‘day’ (jour), I see it also as relating to the word ‘journey’.
The journals I have been keeping on and off for the last forty or fifty years are both a diary of events and a journal of my personal experiences, and much more than either of them. 494 more words
Did you see it? I was there. I was there, but outside Celtic Park; close enough to hear the roars of the crowd, but too close to be able to see any of the big screens. 641 more words