Journal Entry: Jet-lagged to Hell

Did not get upgraded. Flight wasn’t too bad despite the fact that the girl in front of me had her seat back for the *entire* flight. Heathrow Terminal 5 still sucks. My flight to Rome is delayed and the board doesn’t even say how long. Had to go back through security for connecting flight. I’m tired but am handling the time change better than usual I think.

Journal Entry: On the Way to Heathrow

Homeward journey commences. I’m now on the Heathrow Express to Heathrow Airport. I’m flying business so I go from roughing it to luxury. It’ll be a long time before I’ll have the miles to get upgraded again. Next time Andy is coming with me and we can rent an apartment, probably in the Pyrenees.

I missed the underground train to Paddington by ten seconds and had to wait nearly fifteen minutes for another train. It’s a good thing I leave early. Then I missed the first Heathrow Express by about ten seconds too. But there was another one in fifteen minutes.

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I wish that Lynn had let me know earlier that she wanted a postcard. She complained on facebook about it on the 3^rd. If she’d given me her address then, I could have sent her one yesterday, but I didn’t have her address. So it’ll have to be next time. 

I’m ready to be home, I miss Andy.

Journal Entry: Terminal 5 Fail

11:45am

I don't know what all the hype was about the new terminal 5 at Heathrow. It sucks! There's no fast food restaurants, no food court, it's loud, the escalators are like nails across a blackboard and they don't put what gate you're supposed to be at until an hour before departure and they tell people not to go to the other two concourses, which are reached by a train, until the screen says the gate which means no one knows where they need to be, so it's really crowded in the main area. The gates on the other hand are empty! Finally they announce my gate and there is enough seating here at this gate for two or three flights. Maybe more. I don't get it. Maybe it's because I'm exhausted. I suppose V. made her connection, as she hasn't called me.

Journal Entry: Jet Lagged to Hell

Thursday, 9:03 am

So tired. Not to complain or anything. Flight was fine, comfortable for a change. I'm not the least sore as I wasn't cramped up. I still couldn't sleep well though. I think I dozed a bit but that's it. Feeling a bit sick to my stomach. Probably dehydrated. Had two glasses of water in the Arrivals Lounge and a bit of breakfast, a piece of tasty sausage and a hash brown. Had a shower too and that improved my mood greatly. The water was pretty neat. It alternated hot and cold. It was quite refreshing. Now a three and a half hour wait for my flight to Rome. Hopefully V. made her connection at Charles De Gaulle.

Because I booked the flights separately the girl at passport control felt the need to ask me a million questions, like why, how come, and why again. Jet lagged and explaining yourself to passport control is never easy anyway. I was like, it was cheaper and I wanted to go to the Arrivals Lounge. That seemed sufficient, so she let me through. As if I could stay. I have a husband, a job and land at home. Man, my writing sucks after being awake for so long and I can't concentrate, and so I keep changing streams of thought.