Buongiorno!

No prizes for guessing
which airport we flew out of yesterday.
I wonder if you can see where:

two grown men nearly came to blows
in the queue for the hire-car shuttle bus
(not MrM, I hasten to add)

the road where every petrol station was closed
(MrsM was proved right about
the motorway service station
being the last chance...)

the Scottish restaurant
that MasterM wanted to visit
because he had eaten too much pizza
(imagine!)

the tiny gap between buildings
where MissM saw a glimpse
of the chief tourist attraction
(we couldn't stop because
we didn't want to miss the flight)

the queue up the escalator to passport control
(or the queues for check-in, security, boarding...)

No?
Never mind...
they weren't the most important parts of the holiday...
and we are back safely.

Thank you for all your lovely holiday wishes
If only I didn't have to go to work this morning
I could tell you all about it.
Back tomorrow.

Ciao!