TG got back from Oz this morning and we had a sleepy reunion before we forced ourselves to get into a cab and head to the airport.
We’re now near Glasgow in a small B&B and completely exhausted even before we have walked a single mile. TG is understandably exhausted, having just returned from Oz on a 22 hour flight. I am exhausted because I went out drinking last night with friends from work and am now hungover. Totally asked for it.
On a side note, this being vegan thing is incredibly hard when traveling out of London. INCREDIBLY HARD.
My only options for breakfast in the airport lounge this morning: Crisps, oranges and grapefruit. FAIL.
The weather for the next few days looks dubious, folks. Why didn’t I just book a beach vacation?