Bus passes, trains and aeroplanes...

Well I made it but my God I so wished I hadn't! I woke up - stupid expression in itself as I never slept with thoughts going round in my head all night - and had my shower early as I hadn't packed my stuff and the flight time was a good hour or so earlier than usual. Winter timetables had kicked in I guess.

At 9am I phoned Flybe but it turned out to be a duff number as I got an answer phone message telling me that they were only open Monday to Fridays. I rang Glasgow Airport again and they gave me two other numbers to try which weren't working until 10am. I had virtually decided to stay another week which mom wanted but then I saw dad's photo on the mantlepiece next to his ashes which was giving me a disapproving look. He was telling me that just because I didn't want to go back to Brum and could easily work from Ayr with no one caring one way or another, dad was reminding me I had responsibilities and was paying a mortgage etc. I need to terminate things properly and only then could I stay in Scotland.

Things don't get easier if you put them off, do they?

So, mom and I walked to the station in the most heartbreakingly beautiful sunshine we'd had all week and I phoned Mr Flybe from there where a nice Irish man told me my bus pass would do as long as I had my credit card with me I'd paid for the flight with. So there we are. No trouble at all, more's the pity and I got back on my West Midlands bus pass and my Edinburgh Ridacard. Sigh! I reckon the lovely Scottish Glasgow Airport staff (bastards!) couldn't wait to get rid of this mixed up Celtic cow!

The flight was fine despite the elastic rubber band job. No wonder I was able to use a bus pass! I think we were lucky to get off the ground! There was an Irish male pilot with a booming voice. The landing was fine and I didn't feel the urge to kiss the ground.

I phoned mom from the airport to say all was well and she cried and cried. She doesn't normally cry when I leave, not since dad had just died and we both felt vulnerable. I felt like a total shit for leaving. I'll be back in three weeks though, assuming I survive this rubber band plane flight and I don't get run over by a bus during the week. I was writing most of this while on the plane.

Sorry I'm not happy. Thank you for reading.

Track? Now this is fantastic and I have used it before but don't care. The mighty Nazareth, my all time favourite Scottish rock band - This Flight Tonight