When Sandra and Alex disembarked from the Boeing 737, they had to brave the damp, cold April wind. They hurried across the tarmac before escaping through the doorway then climbed the staircase into the terminal. The welcoming five-tone Nokia jingle from Alex"s phone heralded their arrival.
Sandra playfully punched Alex"s shoulder, chiding him, “I thought you enjoyed the holiday. We"ve been back in Glasgow for twenty seconds and already you"ve switched your phone on. Can you never relax?”
“Although it was only a short break, I can honestly say that was the best holiday I"ve ever had. Sorry, switching the phone on was a reflex reaction. In any event, I need it to contact the mini-cab we booked to say we"ve landed. Don"t you remember? It was much better value than the airport taxis. So, I"m
