I am at Heathrow as I write. I went from my front door to the lounge in just under an hour using a combination of Uber, Heathrow Express and fast track security. There are a few perks… few… of being a frequent traveller, I suppose.
I am still trying to get my ear opened up. There is some squeaky movement, but it hasn’t really opened yet. I’d ask everyone reading this to stop, now, please, and ask Out Lady of the Clergy to give me a hand with this one. Gotta get this ear opened up.
The lounge here, for Virgin Air, is about 50 times classier than the ridiculously stingy lounges back home.
The WordPress app on my phone locks up every time I reboot the gizmo, so I am dealing with some tech issues before I can post my customary pre-boredom images.
Cricket is on in the lounge.
Interesting. I’d like to go to a match the next time I come over.
It’s a kind of awful older 767-400ER, with rather limited features for where I am sitting. At least the seat by me is empty, so I won’t have to be a human turnstyle for the Oblivious To Their Backpacks And/Or Girth™ or the trolleys.