Under Starters' Orders

Hmmm not impressed by Heathrow Terminal 4. All high end i.e. expensive shops, and little else. So, up at 5 and happy I sorted everything the night before. Poor Rob banished to the guest room on account of my jack-hammer snoring (so ashamed). Ever-wonderful, ever-patient, he had me bundled into the car by 6 and off to the airport. '14 months of winter' appears to have handed over to heavy rain. Spring in Gloucestershire then! Have to confess am relieved to be departing England just as Maggie departs this mortal coil. The broadcast media machine is well-rehearsed and well-oiled, but wall-to-wall coverage for the next few weeks isn't something I'll miss. All those talking heads extolling her virtues or damning her to oblivion. Back in my foolish twenties I never really saw her as being on my side, but she at least politicised me. As I become an ever grumpier old man I fear the yoof of today are ambivalent at best and oblivious at worst. Apparently there are 8 babies in a row on the Kuala Lumpur to Sydney flight. Good grief! Couldnt get a decent i.e. leg-roomy seat for that bit and have room stretch my DVT-bestockinged pins on all other bits of the journey there and and back. Big shout out to Dave today and a trillion thanks to that Rob for being such a rock as always. Ooo I can see my plane. A380s are extraordinary. See you on the other side! PS Whats to become of Friday Night Club now the Crown has closed?