At least we didn't have a game today
Sunday 20th April
Another lie-in. I nip over to PC World to buy a backpack for my laptop and it’s associated clobber as I don’t need to carry as much gubbins as on previous trips, then we meet with Mark who has been working on the pile of stones in France which is slowly, slowly turning into a house. He cracks us up with stories of their time out there, and the French builder they were working with, then I get the dinner on, pack and am soon back on the road to Heathrow again, heading back to Moscow.
I’m just glad we didn’t have a game today, it would have put me in a real bad mood to watch the Mags completely outplay us while we flap around like fairies at the back, and show bugger all ambition to get into them, I mean it’s not like it’s a derby match or owt.
I’d booked with BA this time, completely oblivious to the fact that I’d be leaving from the notorious Terminal 5 (cue Jaws type music).
The car hire drop off is even easier than the pick-up and I laugh to myself at how complicated the Russians could make it, then it’s into the shuttle bus and onto Terminal 5. The bag drop (yeah BA and their web check-in!), security and whole terminal experience are all superb, despite the scare stories of the previous few weeks, and I am actually impressed with the setup.
The flight leaves on-time, now all I need are the bags to arrive in
