Somewhere between boarding the London flight in Glasgow and arriving at St Pancras Eurostar Terminal the OH lost his passport. Possibly left on the plane. Wherever it is, the fact that he didn't have it meant we couldn't travel. All my lovely plans for the next two weeks gone in an instant.
There are no words to express how devastating this is for me. Other people might take it in their stride but I am just too miserable to speak. It follows that, although I'm back, I'm too miserable to blog as well.
I will be back here , but no idea when.
Oh, *no*.....
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