Back in the UK

We've been back in the UK for a couple of weeks now and its funny how you forget the little things e.g. exactly how cold the rain is in Glasgow; how much things actually cost in pounds (£2 for a mango for gods sake!) and how much walking in silly shoes you do whilst looking for taxis on a night out. And then there are all the important changes that have occurred while we've been gone - creme eggs now come in twists, there are no tolls on the Forth Road Bridge (can I have my pound back please) and most important of all, meeting the new owners of Kinkell Cottage (boo hoo). At least Anya had fun spotting chickens and peeing on Donna's new rug. Hermann and I also managed a night oot in Glasgow at One Devonshire Gardens which is a well posh hotel. We did feel slightly out of place going down for dinner in jeans and t-shirts, but wot the heck. Let's just say that we were very glad that we had bought a carry-oot and a large packet of mini cheddars at the offie beforehand. Hermann's starter was a plate of foam concealing some miniature lobster ravioli. At least my starter of asparagus required chewing rather than inhaling. I reckon that if you pieced together the lamb pieces of my main course they may just have made up one lamb chop - there were no veggies or spuds to speak of, rather the plate was decorated with some rather tasty ribbons of puree. Similarly, Hermann's pork belly wouldn't have satisfied a 2 year old. Oh well, it was all very very tasty and for pure comic value it was an experience.