Crack of dawn job today. Up at 5am to get ready to get to the airport. Got a taxi straight away, and what a nice taxi driver too. He was going off shift, so we agreed a price that was less than I would have to pay had he switched on his meter. Had a nice chat, he was asking me about Scotland - apparently he could tell I wasn't Portuguese on account of my accent! I took the bottles of olive oil and cachaša out of my bag, since I didn't want them to break. I got to the front of the check-in queue when the carrier bag fell over. The cachaša and one bottle of olive oil were gone, and all there was was a strange puddle. The woman at check-in told me not to worry about the mess, and she gave me the best seats on the plane - the ones that go down flat! Boy was I comfy! Got home safe and sound at about 5pm. It's nice to be back.