Flat

This weekend we are back in Glasgow to sort through some more of Gina's things. Since her flat is now empty we are staying there. I knew it would be tough, but needs doing.

I did think that an anonymous empty flat which had had tenants in it for several months, would be ok. But there are little reminders everywhere. This was her place.  She chose it. She and her mum decorated it. The place where she should have been working is right across the road,  all 14 gleaming floors of it which she watched beiing built, but never set foot inside. So cruel.