THERE’S a bit of tidying up and packing to do after breakfast…and we ‘re out of of our room a good half hour before midday checkout.

Downstairs I order an Uber to get us to the airport and we head to check in for our 2.45pm flight to Edinburgh.

There’s no queue at check in – and I’m surprised the desk is manned…the screen above has some Romanian ext and 12.55pm which, I assume, is when the check in desk opens…just under two hours before our flight.

We check the bags and are instructed to wait for someone to collect the guitars. Mmm…odd – normally we take ’em to outsize baggage. I ask Margaret to check the flight number and time and we realise the flight isn’t at 2.45pm….it’s at 12.55pm. In 20 minutes. We need to clear security and border control. And, of course, our gate is fucking miles away. Fuck!

Margaret gets through border control first…when I get through there’s not sign, so I assume she’s headed for the gate. I go down the4 escalators. No sign off her. I go through gate check. No sign. Onto the bus. No sign.

I call and find she’s still waiting for me at border control. She wandered off to see where the gate was and missed me coming through. Jeez. Anyway, the girl at the gate realised ‘wife’ was missing and holds the bus until she arrives.

If the nice couple in front of us at border control hadn’t told us to go ahead of them we may well have missed the flight. And if we hadn’t had out shot together earlier we woulda definitely missed the flight. F’sakes.

Anyway, both the bags and us make it to Edinburgh, pick up the car, stop for some shopping and get home soon after 6pm. What a day!