I used to live in Glasgow, Scotland – and it remains my favourite city. A warmth and humour despite (or possibly due to) the dreich weather. We lived in a top floor tenement flat next to a boisterous Celtic-Football-Club-supporting family. We soon figured out that if Celtic won a big game, we needed to sleep in one of the other rooms. I suppose that’s what community means; we ended up being great friends.
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