JR had parked up and was waiting in the airport for me... so good to see her. We had a nice and easy day and I was pretty tired but in the evening, JR plied me with wine! This is funny to me as she is T-Total. It was lovely though and much needed after a week or more of frantic preparation. We went to H & M's to weigh the cases and have a quick coffee and then had an early night, we were in bed by 10, ready to rise before 5am.
I didn't sleep well, as is the norm... I looked at my clock every hour and the night seemed to last forever. My alarm went off at 4.45am and I flew out of bed and headed for the shower. I put the kettle on and was just making tea and coffee when JR emerged from her room at 5am, at least we're all up and about.
I'm impressed... H&M pick us on on time and we head out into the darkness for Heathrow Airport and Terminal 5. The roads are pretty clear and as we approach, I'm mesmerised by the high tech look of the airport and the "transporter pods," these are space age pods on elevated tram lines, they look so futuristic and I've never seen anything like it... in real life. The airport is bright, modern and functional, I love it, very impressive.
The four of us, H&M, JR and I, head for Wagamama's for breakfast. Never been for breakfast before. I had scrambled eggs on toast, we all opt for a cooked breakfast to keep us going, it was delicious, I can highly recommend Wagamama's at Heathrow T5 for breakfast.
We had a wander around duty free, the savings were brilliant but I decided that I should not indulge with Christmas coming up. We headed for the escalators and lifts for gate B33. On schedule, the four of us board and head for row 46. It's a double decker plane and I am in awe. We are supposed to leave at 11am for our 8 hour flight. H has read that applying tea tree oil under the nostrils helps with bugs/bacteria and germs on a flight... so that's what we do. No idea if it will work but at least all I can smell is antiseptic... could be a heck of a lot worse. For take off, H likes to hold hands... it's kind of nice.
I tell H that I have Michael Flatley's feet... feet of flames. They are on fire! We are late leaving, it's 11.32am. I have great leg room and a good choice of films. Well done British Airways.
We've been in the air for almost an hour. I'm on my first white wine and sparkling water. I'm watching "Crazy, Stupid, Love" and I'm flanked by my friends. We have barely begun the holiday and I've just realised that I'm having a lovely time. I'm so used to travelling and being on my own ... this is lovely.
I'm wearing flesh coloured flight socks. Not sure who's flesh they resemble exactly... certainly not mine, but hey... we want to remain DVT free right? If we crash, can you please make sure the socks are removed prior to body identification? Cheers.
Chicken and Leek for lunch, swiftly followed by... as I said; Crazy, Stupid, Love... Bridesmaids, (I wasn't impressed,) Friends With Benefits, I expected fluff but it was actually good, a positive visitors guide to NYC with all of the easily identifiable NYC locations, cheesy ending but I can forgive that.
By 4.30, after 6 hours on a plane, I felt totally disgusting... why is that?
The headphones are obviously made for people with extremely big heads, so as not to upset the big headed people with regular sized headphones. The ear phone parts would happily sit underneath my ear lobes.
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