J and I meet for coffee. Quite a few people sunning themselves on the beach and a couple of them bravely swimming. J has been walking laps on the beach before I arrive and has had a chat with a British Airway employee on a week's holiday. Cuts in personnel and salary and major demoralisation there. He's surprised when J tells him that I always had a fondness for BA. I did. Despite ageing planes, the crew were always super, the food ok and the drink good - and they were neither mean nor Puritanical about it. But now, with no free food or drink and prices £100 more than the competition ONE WAY on the London Cyprus run - well, there's not much left to like.
