Tomorrow I fly south so today I had my first real day off from everything. After a quick shop for provisions with my sister, (I am currently staying with her in London), I then offered to supervise outdoor playtime for their cat, Poppet, who is terrorised by the large neighbourhood cats.

Armed with my water gun, I sat in their lovely garden and soaked up the peace and quiet of not having to do anything all day. It was bliss.

And, of course, I took some photos.

Tomorrow I will do battle with British Airways who are cancelling flights left, right and centre.  Wish me luck or maybe wish them luck. My mood is not great for tolerating idiots, especially flight cancelling ones.

Well, we’re out of there. All sorted, packed and done.  We are all totally exhausted.

I shall miss this house, I lived in it from 1969 – 1981 and then visited my mother and step-father there afterwards.  It was sad when we did the last check, lock up and left.

I am in London until Monday morning when I can fly back to Shetland, though British Airways are not looking hopeful.

I need to sleep for a week.

I will just briefly touch base here.  I am still alive, we are getting there and nearly at the end.  Suffice it to say we are on our third skip!

I have no words.

We left for airport at some ungodly hour.

Late flight, delayed flight, missed flight, cancelled flight…. And still I wait as there might be a flight in two hours.

I have eaten my body weight in sandwiches and am terrified of catching Covid,

If I get south, it will be a ruddy miracle.  Never again.

Well, I didn’t expect this.  Snow at the end of March.  Meh!

We have stuff to do today. We don’t have time for this.  Things to see, people to do.

The equine dentist was coming (huzzah!) and so Floss and I brought Fivla and Vitamin home as they were two of his patients.  By then, the snow was thawing and so we left them in a paddock, next to the Old Men.

Après dentist, we took the ladies back to their herd and with that the heavens opened. It started snowing/hailing again.  Most unhelpful.

Tomorrow, I am going south to clear out my mother’s house.  I dread this but obviously have to do it.  Think of me and I will think of Tiddles because these little guys keep me going.

Another life for ten days. It will be tough.