Changing times …

It’s been quite a day. I’ve chosen to illustrate it with two photos of the sky - the lovely mackerel sky of breakfast-time over my back garden and the bright low-sun sky of evening over Glasgow Airport, where yet again we have to spend a night before an atrociously early start tomorrow.

It’s been an unavoidably bitty day, with a lot of up and down stairs, suddenly remembering small items, checking tickets, times, all the absurd addenda to life that never used to seem necessary but which now loom large in life. We ate a fairly boring lunch - I can’t remember when I last had so little in the fridge before going away. We were reduced to drinking out of the wine box I use for cooking…

The taxi came on time, the driver decided he’d taken us before, he talked non-stop about holidays he’d enjoyed. We staggered into the airport hotel we prefer just in time to turn on the telly and see the new pope emerge. I didn’t know of him before, but it’s going to be interesting having another socially conscious leader in the Vatican , especially one with his track record. My personal footnote is that I could understand all Pope Leo’s address without the annoying translation voiceover - was that AI?

Now we’ve had a G&T and are heading for bed insanely early in the hope that it might assuage the horror of a 3.30am wake up.