Spooky returns.

Who am I writing to??? I went to pick Spook up from the airport, leaving early enough to hopefully overcome any difficulties on the road, and called in to see Mum and Dad and have a quick bit to eat. I checked that his flight had landed in London before leaving, so at least it seemed likely he was in the country. The road through Glencoe was quite hazardous and still busy with cars and people coming off the hills from the days walking! By Loch Lomond the roads had blackened again and there was no snow at my parents house. When I came out an hour later there was a blizzard and everything had turned white. I drove to the airport convinced that Spooks plane would not land in these conditions. I was John McLean (think Diehard), going to save my husband from a terrible fate, as his plane circled in the skies above Glasgow, dangerously close to running out of fuel, waiting for me to do something about it. I had a tub of salt in my back pack and I was ready to use it.

Actually, the plane had landed by the time I got there, but Spook said it had been a little unnerving to see a truck on fire near the runway and 6 fire appliances putting it out. Apparently a de-icer machine had caught fire. I wondered if they might need my salt, with the de-icer out of action but I was too taken up with the image of Spook in his shorts, casually wheeling his gear out into the depth of winter. A true Southern man - but no stubby shorts as you get arrested for exposure over here.

It was so good to see him, but we had argued over my mobile phone within 5 minutes,which annoyed him because he couldn't work out how to use it, and despite my valient efforts through blizzard conditions on Rannoch Moor on the way home (I was sure the snowgates would be shut and with one lorry being rescued by the snow plough in the Glen, they were possibly not far off being shut), there was quite a lot of suggestions about where I might want to position the car on the road (what road? I couldn't even see it.) 11 weeks without criticism. Hmm, this may take some getting used to.

But it was great to sit on the sofa with the children and just be together again. It felt right.