I'm on a Shalamar drive at the moment, give them a whirl if you haven't already.
Got off the phone with my mum recently. Apparently my brother has broken up with his girlfriend for the fourth and final time and now wants to leave the Isle of Harris forever and spend some time at my Dad's in France. He marks the occasion of his leaving with a big pissup and the next morning misses his ferry to Skye. On his second attempt, he makes it over, but gets lost trying to find his friend's house on Skye. He has no credit on his phone and is is finally found three hours later when they went looking for him. He stays the night then leaves and gets on a bus to Glasgow. Some hours later it becomes apparent that he has left his debit card at his friend's place and has no money in his wallet. The only thing he does have is his easyjet ticket. He arrvives in Glasgow and manages to make a phone call to my mum to let her know what's going on. He's told that he's an idiot but things should be okay if he just waits and the card gets put in the post. All good. He then goes into a bank and cancels his debit card and get's a new one sent...to Harris.
I sit and listen to this and my expression resembles this: