McEwan woke up with a pounding hangover. He was sure it got worse while he watched soap opera omnibuses and nursed a cup of tea with his paracetamol. He pulled the discarded duvet off the couch and wrapped it around himself. Kether had left early and quietly, which was a blessing. This felt like the first day of his holidays, he could relax and take his time.
Then McEwan remembered he was supposed to be meeting Kate.
He ran to the bathroom to get a quick shower, threw on some fresh clothes and headed out, head pounding with all the effort.
There was no point taking the car, which was just as well, as McEwan probably wasn"t fit to drive. He slowed down to a walk as he reached Pollokshaws Road.
The day was bright and fresh, the blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds. He walked up from Strath
