Thanks to a three-year-old boy who is already beside himself about his fourth birthday next week, I had a bit of a broken night.
Then I was off into town early.
There were long shadows as everyone hurried through Glasgow to work. Have you noticed how it’s really quiet too? Nothing but the sound of feet slapping the pavement and a few bad-tempered pigeons, grumbling.
And this lot? Not rushing about – were they left over from last night or about to embark on a new day too?