Tut tut tut. Missed my flight tonight. Got to Terminal 5 that bit too late to check in. Three hours 25 minutes to get to LHR 5 rather than the more normal 1 hour 55. Oh deary me. That’s the first time I’ve EVER missed a flight. As the chaps in Romania were sending a driver to collect me (it’s a 6 hour road journey from Bucharest to Agigea) I was anxious to get the collection cancelled sooner rather than later. Just about managed to get him turned back an hour into his journey. Bet he wasn’t very chuffed.
Anyway, am now in the Terminal 5 Sofitel and it’s only a three minute walk ( I know because I’ve done a test run already) to the check in desks. I also found a Marks and Spencers in the terminal so have loaded up with sushi, fruit and wine for a room picnic which thankfully dispenses with the need to use the hotel dining room. Eating alone in public seems such a lonely and pathetic spectacle, best avoided methinks.
Next flight out is 1100 tomorrow. Much more civilised.