It’s Thursday afternoon and that means another journey from Swansea to Heathrow for me. This time I’m travelling on my own, but I’m just about as tired as I was last time, so I stock up on diet coke and head off again. The journey goes well and I arrive at the airport in plenty of time.
Checking in and getting through security was far less stressful this time as Terminal 4 was a lot less busy than Terminal 3 and I’ve used BA’s online check-in service so only have to queue to drop off my bag which doesn’t take long. As usual it does take ages to get through security and a lot of people are complaining about all the new regulations, including two posh English women in front of me who comment on what “these wretched people are putting us through” – and I don’t think they meant the airport security staff. But eventually I’m through, and have plenty of time to pick up some books and get a quick bite to eat before boarding the plane.
I fell asleep almost immediately after the flight takes off and sleep for most of the flight – even though my left knee is aching worse than ever :-(.
Checking in and getting through security was far less stressful this time as Terminal 4 was a lot less busy than Terminal 3 and I’ve used BA’s online check-in service so only have to queue to drop off my bag which doesn’t take long. As usual it does take ages to get through security and a lot of people are complaining about all the new regulations, including two posh English women in front of me who comment on what “these wretched people are putting us through” – and I don’t think they meant the airport security staff. But eventually I’m through, and have plenty of time to pick up some books and get a quick bite to eat before boarding the plane.
I fell asleep almost immediately after the flight takes off and sleep for most of the flight – even though my left knee is aching worse than ever :-(.
