Friday night was lovely too

When Jacob,Rosie and Florence were little ,we used to drive to Spain ( overnight ,and armed with red bulls and hobnobs ). Driving there and back to Glasgow was about the same distance and it was fine . John shouted a lot when the rugby was on , and I kept asking when the next loo/coffee stop was and Florence snoozed on the way up there and we missed her on the way back . But, everything seemed grand ,her flatlet,her flatlet sharers , our cool hotel , a lovely dins ,the city , the mood lights in the shower , the haggis ,neaps and tatties, a pint of heavy,men in kilts…the list goes on .Of course I’ll miss having Florence in the house , but it all seems good and positive and I know at 18 I couldn’t wait to leave home.I won’t write this again, but I send her all the love in the world.