Our journey home yesterday was extended by two hours courtesy of British Airways, several of whose planes were running late including ours. This meant hanging about Gatwick airport and Grandma and the boys were very tired. Grandma was understandably tired due to her age and the boys were tired because they had been out partying until the wee small hours that morning. They had all walked into Myrina with a large group of friends and while Ally and Davie apparently returned to the hotel at about 3 a.m. Jamie stayed out until the incredibly foolish hour of 8 a.m. So when I knocked on his door when we were on our way downstairs for breakfast at 8.30 he had only just got into bed! He was absolutely shattered with alcohol reeking from every pore. I wasn't annoyed because he was the one who was suffering and I just said mildly to him (in my Dad's words), "Hell mend you!" which he took in good part. The journey home was quite straightforward until our delay. Grandma's bedtime anti-seizure medication was in her suitcase. We were't sure just how important the timing was but decided to err on the safe side so we insisted that we retrieve her case from the baggage area so that she could take it before the flight. The British Airways staff weren't very pleased but they complied with our request. Then when we got to Glasgow and James went to get the car from the long stay car park, Grandma and I jumped into a taxi so that we could get her home a bit quicker. So we eventually arrived home at about one in the morning and were greeted by Jack who meowed loudly with excitement to see us and also drooled lovingly and purred like a wee engine. Soon we leaped into our beds!
Today consisted of a long lie for me and the boys, although James (who had not been feeling well on the journey home) was up bright and breezy processing lots of clothes washing! After a relaxing day of watching Ben Ainslie win Gold in the Olympic sailing (the boys particularly loved it because they now know a bit about it), and watching Andy Murray win Gold in the tennis final, Cat arrived round and we all had a convivial tea. Then at Jamie's suggestion, we went to see The Dark Knight Rises at the Braehead IMAX. It was very impressive on the big screen with great special effects but I found it a bit over-long, although to be fair this may have been a reflection of my own tiredness. I thought that Anne Hathaway was a good cat-woman but James still feels that Michelle Pfeiffer was the best in the role!
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