Nightmare

No, no. Not the result. Not the fact that my team didn't totally rise to the occasion.
But the fact that after just 3 1/2 hours sleep we picked up the bus to Glasgow for the Aforementioned League Cup Final.
Stooped off at the Red Stag in 'glorious' Cumbernauld for lunch. I had a Wagyu beef burger and thrice cooked chips.

The start of the nightmare was when our bus driver took a turning up a road that specifically stated ROAD CLOSED :ACCESS ONLY.
Luckily it wasn't too far from the ground, so we left him to reverse a fair way back out of there, and hopefully be able to find him after.
Some of found it easily. Others walked passed it, but got there eventually.

The traffic was crazy, busy. So when our driver decided to turn left instead of right, and ended up in another, pretty much at a standstill traffic jam.
Exiting the city via the totally opposite side that we should have.
Two and a bit ours later, we were on our way. But because we were late, we decided to not do our usual stop for a chip shop supper, and just keep moving.

Progress was good until Perth, when we came across another jam due to a breakdown of a caravan.
All was good for a bit until we reached Laurencekirk where thugs were reduced to a snail's pace.
Roadworks.

I eventually reached home just before midnight.

Colonel Abrams