‘Breakfast?’ Breakfast. What. Just about off to sleep in a tiny Air Canada seat. Airbus A330-300, modern, very little space. Grumpy staff. It’s morning. Sun over Scotland somewhere. In flight maps not working – what good is that for the son of a geographer?
Get a second breakfast from passenger in next seat who’s not eating theirs, but she wants to know how to get to Esher from Heathrow. I know, sort of. London’s grey. Grey. Very rainy. Heathrow transit bus at T3 ‘The journey will take approximately 7 minutes to Terminals 1 and 2. Security is our top priorrrriiii…..’ Groan. Security checks again on the same bags checked in MTL – who put explosive in there in between? Surprise, surprise there was none.
