Coming up roses

Given how today has gone, perhaps I should just focus on being grateful that the first hour went to plan. After some ill-advised staying up late and some very unexpected spectator snoring, it was a difficult start. Regardless, tea was drunk, bags packed, smart uniformed kids farewelled, and slightly tired looking parents too. Then off with careful directions to Dublin airport.

Missing a turning, and not realising that fact until we were a whole country away, meant the 'under 2 hours' journey took closer to four, soaked up all Mr B's work time and at least a year's supply of patience. At the airport there was a refuelling issue that I can't bring myself to speak about. The lounge gets a tick, the late flight does not.

And now in Edinburgh after fish and chips with the Senior Bs, we're about to collapse into bed.