Aberdeen

Went to Aberdeen yesterday evening with youngest for a uni interview. It was a long journey.
Went to fuel the car up and yes the damn cap wouldnt open (again) Had asked hubby to look at it and he said it was fine "just pull the lever quick!" Well I could be pulling to oblivion and the thing wouldnt open, decided to leave petrol station as people were beginning to look at me thinking I came out the unit up the road!

Was part way back to house cursing husband when I yanked the lever as I was driving and lo did it no fly open! turned the car and back to the garage hoping no one noticed my return
filled the tank up (not as expensive as Islay) then set off for Glasgow. Arrived Glasgow at 7pm, grabbed some food and took a taxi to Queen st well the taxi driver took us a tour of the city centre befor depositing us at Queen st to which I slowly counted out his fare almost in coppers and gave him no tip with the additional parting shot that if I wanted a tour of Glasgow I would have gon on the open top bus.

Got to Aberdeen and it was blooody freezing with snow and ice and biting winds, got a nice taxi driver who took us to Summerhils hotel which was so cosy and warm and friendly we didnt want to leave!

Today we went to the Robert Gordon Uni only to discover it was the wrong campus, yet another very nice taxi took us to the right one where I sat and read a book for 3 whole hours as youngset went off on her round.

Got the same nice taxi driver back into town who dropped us of at an Italian resturaunt for some food as we were starving. This place was very nice but the frosty wuman put us at a table next to the window where we continued to perish (the flaming uni was perishing too)
We asked for spagettie (being a Tally place) we don't do spaghetti she said disdainfully! we do linguinie, I then asked for a glass of sweet wine, "we don't do that " said madame frosti, well give us two cokes, she almost spat at us and brought two measly wee glasses of coke.
Anyhos food arrived was of an ok nature and as we were famished we scoffed it, paid (a respectable £24 ) and went off for the train.

Met cousin briefly and then got the train home to Glasgow with about a million rig workers who had obviously been sampling Aberdeens hostelries before getting on board. I am now well versed in football, helicopters rigg saftey procedure and double crossing women!

Now about to have a glass of Glayva and go to my bed
Good night all

Forgot to add that the Glasgow taxi driver that picked us up from Queen st was an absolute double for my dad who died last May! He wore the exact same jacket, was the same shape, same hair colour and spoke identical to my dad. It creeped my daughter and I out a bit as we thought well thats my parents making sure we got home safe! He even played the same sort of music. Creepy or what!