We were on our way back to Strathyre, and the rain was pelting down. I sat in the passenger seat clothed in a t-shirt, two jerseys, my fleecy jacket, and my wind cheater, with a hat pulled low over my face, and a thick scarve that was not only tied around my head but covering my face, not only for warmth, but to gut off Benny's breathe before the stench could seep in there. The window had to be open, as Benny stood with his forepaws against the back of my seat, and as long as he got plenty of fresh air, he was okay, but as soon as his supply was cut off, he started wretching, and even vomiting, and for that added smell my stomach was just not strong enough.
Because of the open window the icy raindrops were being blown into the car and felt like needles piercing my skin. Just thinking of the many hours of driving ahead of us made me feel sick, as we haven't even reached Fishnish, our first ferry crossing pier, before I was frozen bally stiff, and by the time we had done the second crossing, I thought I would never be able to straighten up again I felt so cold and stiff, and took a vow to never go on holiday with Liz if the dogs went along. We stopped in Glencoe for coffee and lunch, and I stood in front of the brightly burning fire in the pub, and felt myself defrosting bit by bit!
One thing I just can NOT understand about this kind of animal lovers of which Liz is one, the kind that would see you bally freeze to death, because the dog felt sick, or make you sleep on the ground when their beloved dogs gnarls at you when you want to get between the sheets of your allotted bed when on a visit, because she had forgotten that that her beloved Mitsy or Pipsy, the ugly little mongrel, had decided during the past week that he loved that specific bed, is that they never seem to care about your wellbeing!
Anyway, we made it to Strathyre by about ten that evening, and by that time I had also my sleeping bag around me, but I still had to almost roll out of the car I was so frozen. Luckily the wind blew away most of the fumes that Benny emmitted behind my head!
That Saturday night we went to a party at the Kingshouse where I had taken a job for the next year, and it was so nice, as usually I only got to a party when it was almost over, for to get Saturday nights off was impossible. I threw caution to the wind, and danced the night away with my ex-loverboy, whose new girlfriend was still living somewhere in st Andrews, as we were not cross at each other, but he wanted a family, and was getting on in years, and our four year  romance used to be based, and happily so, on the understanding that there was no strings attached, as I did not want a serious relationship at that stage, but it was nice to have somebody to talk to, and where I could get away to when things became a bit much, and was nice while it lasted. In two day's time I would be on the plain, on my way to my empty nest!