The girls were lucky to get away: it was very windy – with lots of turbulence. Fortunately it was straight along the runway, making for a very short and steep take-off! They were quite blown away!
So, I came home alone ;~) Though thank heavens not to a cold and empty house – I’d have the cats and Tilly for company for a fortnight! Plus the sheep and hens and geese, of course. So it’ll be quiet but bearable. ;~)
Later, tracking D’s phone through our Google account, I found out what they were up to on the first leg of their journey.
At GLA, the two of them arranged their own therapy session (of the retail kind – not available in Uist!).
D remembered that she’d still to get a SIM card for her new phone (until now it’s been working solely on WiFi), and that involved communication with Q through Becky’s phone, then her own.
Q being Q, and having all the resources that any self-respecting Q has at his disposal (and some that officially aren’t) he used remote control over the phone to set up an account and tariff, add apps and configure them, add credit and bolt-ons, add apps and then switch on the camera, gps, get his bearings, and take a look around.
As well as retail therapy, it seems that they stopped by at Harry Ramsden’s for a final taste of UK haute cuisine.
Then over to the Holiday Inn where they’d be spending the night, before today’s flight south.
This morning, Q’s spy satellites spotted them crosssing the road to the international terminal. Honestly, don’t they know what a pedestrian crossing is? You know, where the traffic signals area – and the black-and-white stripes across the road. That’s right, where the cars and buses stop and there are lots of people crossing the road. Yep, just 10-15m or so further up the road!
By now they should have arrived at …
To be continued