The Scream Heard Round the World

Wednesday, May 03, 2017
Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom
I quite struggled with what to call today's blog...'The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back'; 'Wuch You Talkin' 'Bout Willis?'; 'Whatever Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger'; or 'The Tears of a Clown'. You KNOW what's comin' next, dear readers. I KNOW you do. Picture this...May 3rd, 2017, middle aged (yuck, I hate to admit THAT) female looking tired and frazzled after a whirlwind tour of Canada followed by a short haul over to the UK, descends the escalator in Glasgow Airport toward the luggage carousel. She waits ever so patiently (figured I'd lose some of you at that statement) as luggage starts spewing out of the 'mouth' of the carousel, much like the dark and cavitied teeth of a homeless person. But, nay nay. It wasn't long before the lights came on in her red and tired eyes. There would be no luggage today. And I can also confirm that there was NO murder in the lost luggage office at the Glasgow airport today. Miracle of miracles.
On the upside, our room is absolutely lovely, in a great hotel, in a perfect area close to shopping and all the amenities. What more could one hope for...besides a change of clothes and some hair care products??
 Fay and I had a great reunion...there were a few tears...all mine and all out of sheer frustration...but a great reunion none the less. And as today was supposed to be our Edinburgh Walking Tour day, I came up with an alternate plan to try and make up for the disappointment. So, taking a page out of celebrity Ellen DeGeneress' book...what do you do when you've had an absolute SHIT three days??? You DANCE! Off we went to a Ceilidh Dance Class. Talk about rubbing elbows with some locals?? No tourists here...except two Canadians with two left feet...each! Have you ever moved to a new area in the middle of term and had to start school knowing no one. You have to walk down the corridor on that first day and all the cliques and small groups stare at you? Some smile, some are stone faced, but they all have one thing in common...they know you're the new kid on the block. Same goes for Wednesday night Ceilidh Dance lessons at St Andrews on the Square. It's a lovely old church that's over 250 years old and has been converted to a theatre. Some say it's haunted. Well, if that's the case, the ghosts got quite a chuckle tonight. We actually did quite well, Fay and I. We thought we'd get a leg up, so to speak, as we're going to an ACTUAL ceilidh on Friday night and thought we'd dazzle them all with our dance moves. Yup, that ain't gonna happen!! What we learned tonight...and we DID learn a few steps, reminded me more of the Maple Leaf Reel that I had to dance in Grade 2 when I was partnered with Wade Carr, but wanted to be partnered with Brad Barton...but that's a story for ANOTHER day. Suffice it to say, Fay and I were the bell's of the ceilidh ball. But who knew it was such a strenuous form of exercise?? We got outlived, outplayed and outlasted by a bunch of Glaswegian senior citizens!!
We're back in the room now. And I've been sitting and writing this for the past 20 minutes or so. When I got up to get changed for bed I realized I was hobbling around like a crippled crow. I'm either really sore from all the sitting I've done over the past 2 days, or my ceilidh muscles ain't what they used to be!!  
Oh, forgot to suitcase was waiting for me when I got back from the dance lessons!!! Hallelujah!! Clean undies tomorrow!!! Woohoo!!
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You just had to know that was going to happen. What's cake without a little icing?

Fran Meehan

Hooray, you arrived safely and you finally got luggage. Love your two step. Stay away from the haggis.


Some Mothers do 'ave 'em. Enjoy the rest of your stay without embarrassing the entire population of Canada! xoxo