It was freezing outside, having come from the Caribbean the day before, so I dug my big fleece out of my bag and ventured across the road. I was hoping they might just let me use a shower as a favour, but the best deal they could do me was something like £60 for the day, not including overnight. Oh well, I'll just have to smell, I thought.

Back in the airport, I noticed that the flight to Glasgow we had assumed I would definitely miss had just reached the Gate Closed stage. If I had thought about that first instead of worrying about a shower, I probably could have changed my ticket for that flight! Oh well. I spent the next hours and hours exhausted, drinking a couple of beers in the airport before moving back to the hotel, where I was at least entertained by the TV where Tony Blair was giving evidence live to the Chilcott Enquiry.

Finally it was my flight and then I was back in Glasgow Airport, where Joanne and her brother picked me up and took me home. Happy to be home? Not really. Happy to see Joanne, of course, but back in this boring, freezing country, with nothing ahead of me but work? Until the next trip.

Templeton Carpet Factory, Glasgow Green

Kelvingrove Art Gallery, West End of Glasgow