Ugh…

I got into our hire-car at 11:45am this morning and finally stumbled into our apartment at 7:30pm this evening.

No, we didn’t cross the Atlantic, or even cross continental Europe. This was just getting from Dunfermline, outside Edinburgh, to London. 

Thanks to BA for a delayed flight and the delightful staff at “London” Gatwick Airport for the extended wait for our luggage to arrive. 

Despite all best intentions to avoid junk food following the Xmas splurge, having now emptied all our luggage, I caved and ordered pizzas for dinner. I’m shattered. 

Tomorrow is another day…

Eyes like sandpaper…

Up since 5am local time and now sitting in the business lounge at Amsterdam Schiphol airport. I am shattered - the worry about waking up on time this morning kept me awake for hours last night. I’ll be on my knees by midday…

At least the airport is very quiet and so far, all I’ve had to do is pour coffee into my face so I don’t fall asleep and miss the flight.

After yesterday, I don’t think I’ll need to eat for a few days. Unfortunately, I’m going to stay with my parents, where food is obligatory.

Is it possible to pick up an eating disorder in less than a week?

The recovery position…

Lying in bed back at our hotel, descending into a food coma. Ate more than I can ever remember, including some *amazing* pumpkin soup and delicious poached pears.

However I look at it though, I pigged out. Not good. And tomorrow, we leave Amsterdam for three more days of back-to-back gluttony with my parents, in Scotland.

I’ll be in dire need if some detox by the time Jan 1st rolls around.

And some sleep. I need to get up at 5am tomorrow for our flight…

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