Going home

I am on my way to Prestwick airport. I hope I get there in time, the A82 is slow. There's no sense in remaining at my mother's as she isn't really treating me like she should her daughter, it is like she is deserting me all over again but we are under the same roof!

I have texted my father, he will drive down to Pisa airport to collect me. Mother has been away from the house since Monday, only arriving back in time for dinner in the evening. She has then been too tied up with things to spend any time with me. I know better than to stay where I seem unwanted.