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I'm in a bus to Edinburgh Airport. After more worrying news on Monday, we decided yesterday to get the hell out of here. I think it was kb who said that one shouldn't travel to places where you can't afford to spend six weeks, and that haunting prospect in combination with the lackluster UK government approach pushed me first into a mild panic, then into action. This pandemic is very good at hitting all of my fear buttons. I've been worried about developing symptoms, am still worried about a last minute cancellation, and I don't think I'll stop being worried until I set foot on home ground. But it's lessening by the minute with the airport in sight.