Home Again, Home Again

We're back in Scotland. The flat did not flood. No one broke into the car. The mail piled up, but not with any surprise bills. Steve killed the giant spider that had taken up residence in the bathtub before it carried me away, although the spider did give me a good scare since I didn't notice it until I was naked in the shower with it and had to hop out and find Steve before continuing to wash off 26 hours of travel dirt.