The driver on the X19 from Glasow to Easterhouse is proud of his bus. He's polishing the door. That's nice. It is quite a new bus. And the sun comes tumbling across George Square where they're getting ready for the Commonwealth Games by closing off as much of the pedestrianised bit as possible, this forces people to walk around the perimeter, thereby getting fitter and losing weight, ready to be a part of Team GB.
I'm going in for the final week of technical rehearsals on two dance pieces Tiger and Tiger Tale. This bit of rehearsals is often the hardest bit, trying to hold more than one thing in my head is difficult at the best of times, but trying to think about string, hooks, buckets, jump suits and where Platform Arts Centre keep the Hoover whilst still trying to make sure the shows are hitting all the right spots actually makes me sweat a bit.
Today press is kicking in with an interview on BBC Scotland's Culture Studio this afternoon. Oh blimey! I always sound like an arse on these things. I'll probably end up forgetting an important word halfway through a sentence; a word like "the" or "it".