I was preparing to write an uneventful about clearing baggage drop, and getting ensconced into the No.1 travelers lounge but I had forgotten I was traveling with Sedge, therefore nothing is uneventful!
When we came to board the Hoppa bus it seems that the lady who had checked us into the travel inn had mistakenly booked us for parking at the hotel, rather than transferring the car. This meant we didn't have the relevant Hoppa bus ticket. Having already handed our keys in and loaded the luggage on the bus this was a little frustrating to discover, however with a little firm talking on my part the nice morning lady at the desk let it ride (so to speak) and gave us Hoppa tickets and didn't require us to move the car. ReSULT as Sedge would say.

So all went smoothly from then on I hear you ask? Oh no I cry. We dropped the bags and headed off through immigration - or whatever they call the indignified cattle market of divesting ones coats, shoes, belts etc etc to go through a bleeper machine, whilst our hand luggage goes through another bleeper machine, all going smoothly enough. And then, sedge starts to panic! I had given him all the paperwork, tickets, tokens etc. in 2 separate wallets, one for when we were finally in New York and one with everything we needed to get that far. Having not heard/listened/remembered that I had told him we only needed the silver one for now he had taken it out of the case at bag drop and couldn't remember seeing it again. We marched all the way through the air side of the terminal to the virgin help desk to get them to phone back to the baggage drop to see if they had found the folder (I should point out it was the New York one that he had lost not the travel one). No luck, back all the way though to immigration where it finally turns up in the tray that had gone through the bleeping machine. Suffice it to say I am now the keeper of the folders!