Another trip…

As you can perhaps tell from the photo, I’m away from home again, letting Arthur and Oreo keep an eye on us while the rest of their tribe are elsewhere. The morning was intermittently drowned in torrential rain, while indoors I was trying to pack some suitable clothes for a varied Edinburgh weekend.

We got away in perfectly reasonable time to arrive at Neil’s at teatime - but then the messages flashed up on Waze - M8 closed Eastbound; * crowds building up; wondering how much further back our arrival time was going to be pushed as we turned north to approach Edinburgh via such unlikely places as Cumbernauld and Falkirk. The last straw was when the infotainment screen went back, then froze showing somewhere near the airport when there were still twenty miles before we got as far. Meanwhile other roads snaked off, each shouldering its burden of traffic either moving onwards purposefully or creeping to a halt.

But we arrived. Now we’re cat grandparents while the boys and their dog go off to their aunt’s for the weekend and their parents are away. And as usual, I’m dropping.

Yesterday’s little drama has left me with a modest black eye and slight residual swelling. I’ve to look after it till Thursday and see what happens.Right now I’ve fallen asleep three times in medias res and must desist. I think there’s a cat just outside our bedroom door…

*a body was found on the M8