Alien lights or just a reflection?

Was a little perturbed to wake with a scratchy throat which persisted through my morning cuppa and was still there when we arrived in Glasgow this evening. I picked up cold and flu tablets, soothers and strepsils and you’ve fused it, haven’t had to use any of them and my throat feels normal now as I type. Phew.

My day was spent putting a colour mask on my hair, watching the Laying of wreaths at the Cenotaph and observing the 2 minutes silence, putting on two loads of washing to dry whilst we’re away, emptying bins, helping Mr PHL choose shirts to pack, packing, emptying the fridge and getting the car packed.

We dropped the cases at our hotel and headed round to my brother and sister in laws as they had kindly offered to cook us dinner. I think the lentil soup had magical health giving powers and the beef stew was just what we needed.

Now back at the hotel enjoying a glass of wine in the room after removing a couple of things from the cases (as we are pretty close to the weight limits) and getting ready to browse some journals.