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Back to the apartment with enough time to pack, grab an hours kip and head to the airport, remembering to post the postcards en route.

Somehow I'm back in Glasgow, spoilt by the parents who surprised me at Edinburgh airport. Yay, no waiting for a bus.

Back to my own apartment flat and an overdue sleep in my own bed slightly broken and undoubtedly broke from a fabulous holiday.

Istanbul, I'll be back.