Friday night I landed at Terminal 5; last night I waved farewell to my family at Terminal 4; tonight I am flying out of Terminal 2. Three nights on the trot at Heathrow Airport. Perhaps I should buy shares in the business.
As I have to wait a few minutes for the gate number to be announced I am taking the opportunity to scribble a few words while sipping a cold drink: on this occasion a pint of Fuller’s Sticky Wicket which I have never seen anywhere before and is apparently a seasonal special. Quite a pleasant ale it is too if perhaps a little sticky by flavour as well as by name.
“Go to gate” the screen suddenly declares. Bye for now.