Monday, March 15/2010

Last day, so we're up early. I to the hairdresser to get a cut to last until we get home. As usual, we have too much food left, but that does allow for good sandwiches at the airport. The bus goes at 12:30 to the new airport - larger than the old but without the nice open air deck where we used to picnic. Do find enough seating for our roast chicken and artichoke sandwiches though.

Thanks probably to the looming strike, the plane is only half full and very relaxed. Everyone who wants two seats has them. A very nice chicken curry for dinner with a fairly good Bordeaux. The little dishes seem too good to be throwaways so I inquire (thinking that the bedsit is sometimes underequipped) and the stewardess insists that I keep two - and in fact returns with some disposable cups and again later with two small brandies in case the beds should prove hard in the bedsit.

London's lights are warm and the bridges sparkle. We land at Terminal 5 and Jenny comes to meet us. As we feared, access to T5 is chaotic and not well signed but Jenny is cheerful and gracious about it - she's now had experience with Terminal 5 so next time she'll know. And home to Doug and the dogs - who seem to remember us (the dogs, that is, Doug clearly does).