So there I go.
Susan turned up, I said my goodbyes to Dad and off we went down to the Pancake Place for an early Scottish breakfast;
Susan munches down to a healthy Scottish Breakfast… *coughs*
We have a nice wee catch up and we pop back to her house to use the ‘facilities’ before she drops me off at Dundee Airport and we say more goodbyes.
I hate saying goodbyes. Never liked them.
And talking about things I hate. Airport Security.
Now remember, Dundee Airport… the hub of international terrorisim… with huge amounts of passengers, booze, drugs etc coming through every day. Armed guards everywhere, sniffer dogs everywhere… Bollocks.
It’s a strip of tarmac and a cowshed.
To get over the trauma of the security checks I help myself to the complimentary drinks on board the plane…. I think I was a bit drunk on red wine by the time we landed. Straight to the toilet, then onto the DLR, then the bus… and home.
Here I am, home in Londonium and kinda well…. down. A tad bit homesick already.
Perhaps more wine this evening will help?