Slight hiccup...

Major *uck-up. Still too sick to talk about it, but suffice to say, 'Check and recheck flight times'...

Yes. We missed the flight. Panic. Stress. Tears. Recriminations. However, the young woman at the agency, who was working from home and probably thought she was going to have a nice quiet Sunday, just answering enquiries, had me on the end of the line, wailing, for several hours while she sorted out the mess. She did it all, and there were so many possible scenarios. First we could fly out that evening, but of course this involved another ticket, and as she was looking it up, she kept gasping and sighing and saying 'It's going to cost you more. It's going to cost you more.'

Then she said it has to be business class, so 'It's going to cost you A LOT MORE!' When she did give me a price, and I asked her to repeat it several times, then I relayed it to JR, she shook her head and said, 'I'm not going!' Well, that wasn't really an option.

Plan B was to fly out the next day, costing not quite such A LOT more, but losing a day at the Lodge. Maria, bless her, rang the lodge and asked if we could stay another night, and could they pick us up the next day. (I was pleased to be able to talk with one of the chaps involved in the business over dinner the first night and say what a wonderful job she did for us.)

And so we walked across the road to the Holiday Inn at Glasgow airport and stayed another night. Not what we had planned, but definitely the best option.

There is a BIG lesson here, and it's extremely embarrassing, at our age at any age, to have to admit to still have to learn it...

Check and double check flight times.

However, in other news, Archie is making himself at home with Christine.