And so it begins!
Woke at 6am god knows why but I get up and have my ritual cigarette and coffee and whilst my lovely big sister cooks me a full English I go off for a shower. Eat breakfast which will be the last fry up I'm going to see for a while I expect and after double checking I have all my bags and stuff off we go to Heathrow terminal 3. I arrive with bags of time and unlike most of my trips the Que at check in is fairly small. Having said that though the family I front of me have 5 cases and 5 other bags between 3 of them and surprise surprise the some of the bags are over weight and they have to many. Maybe I'm the only person that reads the conditions of the fight and that there is a weight limit and a limit to the number of bags you can take?...
Once checked in back outside to have a cigarette and a chance to ring my baby sister. Iv heard rumours that she is Woking a flight into heathrow this morning so it would be a great chance to catch up with her for a coffee. I ring her and she has already left the airport and is now in sandhurst, talk about timing. Another fag then off through security. Oooooh duty free grab 400 fags and wonder around to kill some time.
Shopping done and it's still only 10:00 so head to my airport local bar as per normal called "Bridge". I know it's only 10 in the morning but in Vietnam it's 16:00 in the afternoon so I guess it's ok to have a drink now!.........
My flight doesn't start boarding till 11:30 if it's on time so use the opportunity to start my journal.