Pret A Manger for coffee and final internet info needed for boarding, check in and arrival tomorrow. A young Chinese woman sitting next to me says “Your election is tomorrow”. Not mine, I tell her - but yes. There follows a rather long conversation about US politics, Brexit, and many etceteras. Her basic position, which she admits is very Chinese, is that harmony is more important than correctness. Or justice? But she doesn’t seem to understand the point of the AA’s mantra re accepting the things that cannot be changed, changing the things that can and having the wisdom to know the differe. She voted Remain but thinks that harmony is in accepting the fait accomplis. Was it best to accept Hitler in pre-war Nazi Germany? No answer. In any case, she says, Trump is too old to think differently. No older than I am, I tell her. Not an excuse.
Our last day in London and final errands. Mild weather for Guy Fawkes Day, though many have actually celebrated it on the weekend. Grilled salmon at Roses - one of the things they do best. Were going to make a quick stop at Aldi, but the queues are insane enough for us to decide we don’t need anything very badly. Chinese puzzle exercise of fitting everything into the suitcases. Everything packed tonight, but no need for middle of the night alarm.