After a tearful farewell with Mum, we left the house around 2:30 and headed for Heathrow. I was proud of myself – I only cried for about an hour when I left…the whole British stiff upper lip thing came into play!
We were about half way down to Heathrow when we heard that there had been some kind of terrorist attack at Glasgow airport. Thankfully no-one seemed to be injured (apart from the guy in the car which crashed into the terminal building), but (rather selfishly!) we were worried about whether we would be able to get on a plane in the morning as the security alert status was raised. We decided that early was a good thing to be, so pulled our taxi forward an hour – another early start, ggrrrrrr….
Dinner was “interesting” – the food was fine, the wine was okay, and the service was…well fine, when there was any!! For example, bread came out after our starters were finished and cleared, our coffee was reduced from double espresso’s to singles….maybe she thought that we’d had enough caffeine and would never sleep….
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