Back to Thames Ditton, late, since all the presentations plus extra people plus time plus etc meant I missed the train back. For the first 2 and a half years of doing parkrun, it genuinely didn't rain between 0900 and 0930 when I turned up - even if it had been raining, it would stop for that golden half hour. Well, today it was lovely when I left the cottage and as soon as we all set off it WELLIED it down. At one point a man apologised for splashing puddles into me. No mate, this is my favourite weather to run in. Me and no-one else. My splits were great. But enough running bullshit.
Thames DItton. Breakfast, then uber to Kingston. Lots and lots of clothes shopping, for me and Helen. A break for food in Itsu, whose tables have 4 USB charging points per 2 seats. Wow! I still wonder why all hotels across the world haven't ripped out their plugs and replaced them with ones that also do USB. Surely it's time?
I leave Helen in M&S, about to try 3 pairs of jeans while still beaming about buying the GREATEST KICKS IN THE WORLD EVER (which look just like mine). The X26 turns up, I get one of the last seats, and put on the second part of the Vince Russo/Kevin Sullivan podcast. Goddamn these men are fantastic heels. I hate their opinions so much.
Oh, shit, I only just started consulting my notes. I totally missed out the thing I'd marked as "Helsinki preamble". Let's deal with that here.
Can you hold my cat sick?
The answer, as if there was any doubt, was "yes". So now let's get back to today. The X26 was much faster than all pubic transport apps had led me to believe, and hey presto here's Hatton Cross.
Tube comes in that's going to weird way round the loop, T4 before T123. Some people board with enormous luggage and I am typically gobsmacked. At T123 I waltz through the corridors with my headphones on, stopping only to chat on facebook to my AFC Wimbledon supporting mates about our glorious 2-0 half time lead that's won me £30.
Inside the terminal are many signs. I know the way to departures, and fast track is one of the fastest fast tracks I've ever seen. As at Tokyo Haneda in July, there is literally no-one ahead of me and they have to fire up the machine when I get there. It's great and I'm through in seconds.
I know exactly where the BA lounge is, but there is appalling signage which attempts to make - and succeeds in making - things way more confusing that it need be.
So gates F-H are to the right, and all the airlines using gates F-H are listed under the left arrow. Meanwhile under the right arrow... I mean just fuck off. Anyway, I know my way to the BA lounge and there I head. At the gate the man tells me there's a delay.
I'm getting a bit fed up with my phone and wrist by now. For my sins, I have alerts set up on both CheckMyTrip and Kayak as well as BA itself and holy smokes. All apps have been alerting me for hours that my flight is delayed: originally it was going to take off at 2005 (scheduled 1840), and ever since it has been getting ever closer to being on time again. But both CheckMyTrip and Kayak deem a single minute change being worthy of an email. Newsflash: it's not. It actually occurs to me that I really don't need these details at all, ever, because knowing there's a delay provides me with precisely no useful information at all. So I guess I'll fuck them off.
Anyway, I'm in the BA lounge. It seems pretty busy but at the back there are seats, and I grab one which is next to the wall and therefore has mains sockets. I get a drink - a large Gentleman Jack bourbon - sit down, and discover this isn't true. No power. So I grab everything and head to a different seat, which is also way more private and comfortable. Excellent.
I head up for sandwiches, and on the way back grab a can of Tribute, which leads me to make a terrible/fantastic joke on instagram and Facebook. Tenacious D 'n that. I also get cake, which I've not seen before, and is lovely.