I am in Marblehead. What a saga this has been.
Monday evening I took the Heathrow Express to Terminal 5. My first time flying out of that terminal. First thing to say: it is huge. It is unimaginably huge. The Universe is a micron compared to that terminal…oops! Wrong comparison.
I got there and dropped my bags. Had a Welsh agent. I said, jokingly, “You’re not from around here.” and he replied. “Yes, Italy. I badly needed a laugh.
Security is interesting. The trays aren’t handled manually: they circulate in the machine. They appear under your place at the chute, you take them out, put your stuff in them, and they disappear at the end of the chute on the other side after (I hope) you’ve removed your stuff.
There was the usual selection of duty-free bumpf, Harrod’s fleece…er…food halls, and toney food joints. Had an iced latt
I think he was chemically-impaired (sorry,, but I had to mention it)
heavens, why apologise. of course there are people who are chemically impaired. or enhanced. when we talk about “better living through modern chemistry”, not everybody gets the improvements.
I remember last Sept you telling me how much you look forward to a good steak when you’re in the states. Funny how certain things stay in my mind!!!