Iain managed to negotiate some PD time in Scotland so William and I went over with him and caught up with family. It was a super quick few days, finally getting to Glasgow at tea-time on Sunday and flying back to Pau on Saturday morning. With our mates all working during the week, we really only managed to see family and do some pre-Christmas shopping. I also managed a much-needed cut and colour and we were stoked to have a few hours to ourselves and get back to our wedding venue, the Sherbrooke Castle for dinner and a few drams. When we arrived, the wedding coordinator, William was sitting on the reception desk and recognised us immediately. They must do hundreds of weddings every year but he still remembered us and kindly bought us a drink. So nice to be back, and see the painting of Jabba in the lobby. ;-)
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| The Forth Bridge = Scotland |
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| The Baronial Splendour of the Sherbrooke Castle Hotel! |
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| Returning to the scene of the crime! |
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| Jabba |
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| Stress-free visit to the hairdressers |
Before we left, we had a bit of a last minute family gathering at Cleland HQ. Dinner and lots of chat and nonsense with the cousins, aunties and uncles. Any excuse to dress up!
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| William loves getting a bath at his Nanny's house. |
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| Burst after a week in Scotland |
Both our flights back to France were delayed. We had a big layover at CDG anyway so it wasn't a big deal on the first one but by the time we finally got to Biarritz, our flight landed after the (on-time) flight to Pau which we had avoided as it originally meant we'd have had an extra 90mins layover. Annoyed. This was compounded by Air France losing one of our bags and having to wait a further 45mins to speak to someone at baggage control because some Russian guy had a meltdown after they'd lost his bag too and the staff needed to call airport security. We were last in the queue, poor William was absolutely shattered and we didn't clear the airport until about 8pm. It was pouring down and we took the wrong route on the motorway, sending us westwards towards Biarritz instead of eastwards towards Pau. We finally got home at 9.15pm, instead of the expected 6.30pm. What a day, given that we'd left Glasgow at 7.15am that morning. Need to look long and hard at the best ways to do this journey.
We got home, had a frozen dinner of fish fingers and chips, caught the end of Strictly and fell into bed exhausted. I woke suddenly just after 1am, ran to the bathroom and vomited everywhere. This continued, hourly, for the next eight hours and I couldn't even keep water down. My first bout of the notorious French gastro. I felt absolutely awful but just glad that this hadn't hit when we were still travelling. I felt like I had the most horrendous of hangovers and couldn't get out of bed until about 4pm on the Sunday. Hideous. Iain managed to get over to the Smith's and collect our Christmas tree which we'd ordered via Luca's school who were selling them as a fundraiser. I knew I really wasn't well when I couldn't even bring myself to decorate it. It sat bare in the corner for the rest of the day. Eurgh.
LM.
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