This is the longest Thursday ever in history…. And it’s still only 6.45pm!

I’m still going. I flagged about 11am with a few yawns but I’ve been fine since… she says yawning as I type the word yawn. 🥱

I didn’t sleep well.

I was in bed for the back of 8pm I think. I coughed and coughed and coughed and finally moved to the couch at 12.30am to let one of us get some sleep.

I hadn’t coughed much at all the night before… but hey…. I heard Craig come down our very creaky stairs at 2.44am followed by a herd of Border Collies.

Time to get up. 2.44am.

I felt hungover…. Which was obviously not possible.

I’d showered last night but I got my lunch ready, made a smoothie and got ready to go to work.

We left about 3.40am.

My eyes were all over the place, I couldn’t focus on the road I felt so tired.

And then, a mere 10 minutes into our trip my FUEL WARNING LIGHT CAME ON.

😤

Now being the organised lady that I am, one of the things to check would have been that the vehicle making the very early morning dash to the airport….. HAD ENOUGH FUEL IN IT?!?!?

I was not driving said vehicle in the week prior to the trip. I did ask if there was sufficient fuel….. I may not have been heard.

So we turn off the M8 just after Glasgow Airport and head to Essso on Renfrew Road…. Closed…. But don’t panic…. There’s another petrol station a few minutes away on Paisley Road.

You guessed it.

CLOSED.

You can imagine my internal reactions.

Outwardly I was WAY more calm than I would have been pre anti-depressant.

To access the 2nd closed Esso garage… I turned right across a dual carriageway and drove right over the central reservation!!!!!!

I still can’t believe I never saw it was a central reservation and to be fair, Craig didn’t seen it either until Bertie Beetle walloped down the other side of it.

I just hope no one saw me 🫣

So we get back on to the motorway after using up more precious fuel and settle for 24 hour Asda in Govan, where we watch an urban fox meander across the forecourt and into the bushes. Brave fox living there right next to the M8 motorway!

I am refuelled and back on the road a mere 15 minutes later than we would have been, but we have plenty of time.

The roads are surprisingly busy. I mean, not busy but enough that you do wonder where everyone else is going.

I drop the Scottish Dog Behaviourist off at Edinburgh Airport just before 5am. He’s off to Doha in Qatar at the request of a lovely Scottish girl who needs help with her dogs!

Bless him…. Despite avoiding each other for a week, I may have sent him away with my cold!

His case is full of dog toys and balls and chews and poo bags and all things doggy as they can’t get them out there so she sent them here!!

I pray he’s not stopped. 🫣

So of course, by this time Mrs Weak Bladder needs the loo.

I pull into the petrol station just outside Edinburgh Airport and order a soya latte and an almond croissant.

“I’m just nipping to the loo” I shout to the coffee guy.

“Sorry they’re out of order” he says.

GULP.

Bladder springs into action…….

So I have to drive to Harthill Service Station to find one. That’s half way across Scotland!!!

Very relived. Literally.

I got to work at 6.15am!!!

Thanks to my lovely neighbour Holly for not only letting the dogs out a few times today, she walked them twice AND left me my dinner in the fridge!!!!

How lovely is that?!?! So very kind.

So by the time I thought about checking Craig’s flight, he was already one of ten billion flights across Europe 🫣 spot the red plane.

He’s then over Turkey.

Then Baghdad!!!!

Heading to Basra!!!!

Before finally landing in Doha!

I am still working by this time and managed 15 minutes short of a 10 hour shift today!!!

I don’t know where the energy came from.

There was a lovely rainbow on the way home and I had to stop for photos….. a gate at the end of the rainbow 🌈 😆

There is a double rainbow but the second is very faint.

The big dark hump is my car!

I came home to Holly’s lovely dinner… Thai Green Curry and Sticky Toffee Pudding.

Exactly what the doctor ordered.

Still not done, I have two Scottish Dog enquiry calls to make and then Andy the milkman comes to the door and then I sit to write this.

Freya doesn’t want me to write the blog tonight.

I’m under a puppy pile!

Oh should say Craig is very happy and settling in well and they’ve already had the dogs out for a walk to suss the surroundings.

It’s now 8pm. I’m finally flagging….

Stay safe everyone ♥️♥️♥️