I remember walking with my Mum, with George in the pram, over to see one of my Mums - great Aunts. She stayed in a wee single end, somewhere in the gorbals. She had a wee dug, Boabie, I think, he was called. I remember the room appearing Spartan, a penny meter, a flycatcher covered in what appeared a million flies. The dull enclosed backcourt ,the midden.
She used carnation milk to sweeten the tea. strange the things you remember.
Anyway the auld gorbals has gone, and it's people scattered to the four corners of Glasgow ,even further afield - as far away as - the leafy Middle Class suburbs of Govan. the women there, don't even ask their men for permission to talk.
