I am on my way home. I flew from Glasgow to Paris this morning, and I am now waiting for my flight to Brest this afternoon. Paris is sunny, and it is very hot in the terminal. I discovered when I arrived that there is a TGV station here, and that some trains go straight to Brittany. I might catch the train next time, rather than wait for 5 hours in a busy and noisy airport. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, I am nearly home.