So, it's a foggy afternoon in Amsterdam schiphol airport, and I'm waiting for my plane home. All's well, and I feel like I really accomplished something solid and tangible this month.
I forgot the best bit about drama is that you can, occasionally, find yourself laughing at your own jokes...
There is a lady in Heathrow who, when she sees you looking at the single malts asks if you'd like to try tasting them. Do not say yes, not at 10.00am. Not to all of them. Trust me on this.