Here we are on our way. Our lift arrived five minutes early and the heady delights of National Express delivered us at the joy that is Heathrow spot on time.
As with all English travelling abroad we enjoyed a packed lunch made in great haste this morning as we ran out of time. Why is it even when you get up early, you never have enough time to do all those last minute jobs which require your attention just as you are trying to leave? Make sandwiches, cut the pork pie fill the old water bottle?
We are now sat in a bar enjoying a drink whilst we wait for our bag drop to open, airports really are soulless places. Apart from a continually playing Chanel advert there is no art, the whole building is painted off white and in the background "Jolene" is playing. No doubt a great song but hardly uplifting as one waits in a an airport.
Inequality is everywhere, you can only drop your bag off early if you are in first or business class clearly in no way biased against world traveller class. A pint of beer and a double gin and tonic came to £14.50 this is truly London, but not quite as I recall it.
All in all quite an exciting day with all the humour and wit of check in and security yet to come.
Perhaps Dolly Parton could write a song about that, but then maybe she has forgotten how to travel with ordinary folks.