Twenty minutes left of my last day at the best job I've ever had. It feels strange not to be leaving a job and screaming WOOHOO! or spitting on the stairs as I run out the door. We had a lovely farewell lunch with presents and speeches and margaritas and more kilt and haggis jokes than I ever thought possible. And this comes on top of half a dozen different farewell gatherings this week so I am just on the point of bawling and babbling, I love youse all! So… how about you tell me all your travel tips. Where to go, what to do, what not to do. Tell me what floats your boat, what butters your muffin, what the weather's like in Edinburgh. Anything at all. Don't mention the war.