Project Konigsberg #7 Almost over now, almost over now
After threatening all yesterday to arrive at some truly ungodly hour, like at one point they were saying 1h15m ahead of schedule, a combination of JFK traffic, Heathrow air traffic control restrictions and a bit of weather mean we touch down dead on 7am, the scheduled landing time. Since the entertainment system completely broke with around 45 minutes to go I've done nothing but write the tail end of my miserable journey up and just wait for the ordeal, if it could legitimately be labelled such, to end.
We arrive at the T5B satellite which by default adds a bunch of extra time to the process of getting landside. For the first time in recorded history I eschew the monorail - one just left and the platform is already rammed with those who didn't fit on it - and take the walkway to T5A. It's almost entirely deserted and I get overtaken by a BA staffer commenting on how it's quicker than the train.
The end of the walkway emerges into the border right next to the 15 new ePassport gates installed at the edge of the hall and there are only about 5 people using them, so I waltz straight through. With no baggage to collect I pile straight out through customs and am landside, looking for the signs to the arrivals lounge. They're up in a lift and less than 25 minutes from touchdown I am queueing to have my turn in one of the shower rooms.
It's a 10-15 minute wait so I try desperately to post to the blog in order for Helen to be able to read it on her unusually early commute. Composition is fine but execution fails and I'm in the shower cubicle when Slate finally says, no, this won't post. The shower is a fancy one with a hand shower, roof shower, and wall outlets but it doesn't get hot. At all. I spend an age in hand shower mode trying every single angle I can make the themostat pump go and it turns out the position it was in when I emerged was the hottest it goes, and that's quite cold.
I don't bother with the second or third 285 either. There is no X26 in 8 minutes, it comes in 25 or so. Damn it. On the journey I start the whole familiar "long blinking" routine and wonder if sleep deprivation hallucinations are on the way. I'm chatting with Chris and Mark in an effort to keep my mind alert and awake. At Kingston the change is nice and quick and I get home not too far past midday.
First things first, I call the council and ask if they can take a mattress tomorrow when they're coming to get my washing machine. Apparently it's fine. Then I open my new Pebble Time Steel, which isn't supposed to be here. They offered me a delivery date and I picked tomorrow, so why I have two attempted delivery cards and the watch itself I cannot fathom.