And here I am at the Edinburgh gate, Terminal 5 at Heathrow.
The flight is full and starting to board according to bank account size!
The Edinburgh flight landed fine, vaguely only time and happily into good old Scottish drizzle. I have just completed my ten mile hike away from the thriving shops, restaurants and bars of the airport to the far reaches of an outer galactic quadrant that is the home of Gates 26, 27 and 28.
Apparently the Shetland flight is leaving from the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying “Beware of the Leopard”. (D. Adams)
It is no better at Aberdeen airport. Shetland is considered the poor relation. An embarrassing destination, really. One we don’t or shouldn’t talk about.
And I’m home!
Total phew. The sunset as Daisy drove me home was spectacular. Everyone was pleased to see me, including BeAnne, Monster and the sheeple. The house was clean and OH had cut his hair.
Night, night. xx