I was visiting my blog friend Yam, of the blog Doses of Wild Yam, who took me all over the Scottish highlands, where we had a wondrous time, didn't we, Yam? I sure did, anyway.
After an overnight in Glasgow I dropped in to meet blog friend Phil of Another Bird Blog, and his lovely wife Sue, on my way down to the middle of England. They took me to Kay's Chippy in Knott-End-on-Sea, where I do believe we all enjoyed ourselves. Thanks again, Phil and Sue!
Then (yes, there's more) I took a train to Rugby and got myself a room at the Wheatsheaf Pub in Crick, which, if it isn't the middle of England, it was close enough for me to spend some quality time with my lifetime friend Judith and her husband who live in a narrowboat on a canal in Yelvertoft.
I kid you not.
Plus, my brother Rob's lifetime friend Michael Bratley and his wife Michaela (yes, no typo) came down to Crick to visit me.
It was a wonderful trip.
However, what with the time difference when I flew home two weeks later from Barcelona, following an Aegean/Mediterranean cruise with my darlin' husband, and the fact that I didn't sleep a wink on the flight from the dreaded London Heathrow to Calgary, Alberta, I am now exhausted. And my poor husband is still on his way home, having missed the flight to Medicine Hat by about two minutes, and who is now driving home with another missed passenger.
All in all, a wonderful time was had by all, but this one is exhausted, having been awake for 36 hours or something that felt that way.
More will be revealed, however, when I wake up..maybe today, maybe tomorrow, but there are a lot of posts and pix to come, not to mention our darlin' dog Lindy, who hasn't come home from her Auntie Gayle and Uncle Larry's house, where she vacations when we're away. She had a wonderful time. But she misses tummy-rubbing time with her daddy, I'm sure.
Okay, one last hint...my new favourite place is Montenegro. On the Aegean, south of Croatia, absolutely stunning place.
And another very last hint...the bowels of Heathrow Airport, where they park wheelchair passengers in order to yell at them ("Are you sure you're not carrying any liquids, because, if you are...") and then forget them entirely (oh, we might miss your flight, you should have told us) might be looking somewhat spiffier but the lack of service remains the same. If you have to go there, be afraid, be very afraid.
PS — What's this? I am sleep-deprived and do not understand...