Red Carpet Club, Heathrow.
Rising at 07.00 & a wonderful beginning-morning by the back door. The crispness of the air, the blue sky & sunshine, the sounds of active bird-life, the Minx reading her Sunday dirt on the other side of the kitchen window – joy, bliss & wonderment arising.
Then leaving Bredonborough at 09.15, a drive to Chateau Slinky, Chiswick, with only one near-death incident along the way: a car in the middle lane of the M42. To avoid a cardboard box in the road, it pulled into my overtaking lane without looking.
A straightforward check-in & a swift security clearance. Last visit (Wednesday 15th. February, 2006) was the longest line I’ve ever known at Heathrow in 36.5 years of checking-in here. The assumption, when viewing an endless queue for screening, (though rarely voiced) is that security is acting on information received. Today, no probs & swift movement.
London > Washington > Buenos Aires > Mendoza.
19.36 UK time UA 925 somewhere above the Atlantic.
So far, so good.
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