Up early and I did my lateral flow test – belt and braces and all that.
Then I drove myself down to Sumburgh airport to fly south with breakfast first (don’t worry, I took the teabag out – I know, I know, I am a heathen!)
I felt pretty safe because I practiced my Bitchy Resting Face along with a good Darth Vader look. Approach and die was my message I delivered.
The small tiny weeny plane from Sumburgh to Edinburgh.
The first plane was delayed but I got to Edinburgh eventually feeling slightly nervous about my next connection.
Edinburgh is a very long thin airport and there can be some serious walking involved. And the next flight down to Heathrow was delayed too. Phew.
My wee suitcase took a while to appear – just enough time for me to worry whether it had come south with me while invoking extra costs from an irate waiting taxi driver!
Anywho, I have reached Mum’s house, had a cup of tea, switched on every heater and am now settled with a hot water bottle, a woolly blanket while sitting on the sofa watching Ancient Aliens drinking whisky and ginger ale. There is a faint smell of Ted but I know he is safe at home.