Passing the card shop on Govan Road, I think about the lack of celebrations and reasons to send greetings over the past coupla months. Stock trade of the summer must be birthdays, anniversary wishes or on your wedding days.
Next up will be Hallowe'en, but what's this?
Eid? "Eid Cards For Sale" reads the day-glo green sign.
I take a look inside but there's no sign of the cards. I'm sure it was last week, the boy from the Asmaan told me it was Eid last Friday, the 10th. Just another case of the sign not being taken down from the door.
I walk about a bit, look at the cards and stuff and don't want to walk out without buying anything, so I think - hey, what about the Pope's visit tomorrow. He's coming to Bellahouston Park, so what about a bit of memorabilia for my lapsed Catholic pal fae Wishaw.
The Pakistani shopkeeper and two older ladies are sitting behind the counter.
I ask if they have any souvenirs for the Pope's visit. The owner looks to his wife. She's shaking her head, no, no dear.
"Are you going? Going to see the Pope?" they ask in their Asian-Glasgow tones.
"No, not me," I say.
"How no'?" they respond.
"Not a Catholic - just wanted to get something for my friend. Remember the last time he came there was lots of stuff in the shops - like pictures and mugs and stuff."
"Aye, that's right enough. No' this time though," says the lady, "Nothin in the market this time."
"Wonder how that is?" I muse and have a last look down the shop and up on the walls to see if I might have missed a wee picture of His Holiness gazing down at me.