Every week for a year I have written a letter - more pictures than words - to keep some connection with my wife in her care home. This week I am going to write about Glasgow and the good times we have had there. I thought of the late Gerry Rafferty whose songs she likes. Most people will know Baker Street or at least its famous saxophone riff. But her favourite was a more mellow, sentimental and (to me now) touching tale of love and loss. Every day's an endless maze of dreams that fade and die ...
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