Airport Madness

I got back yesterday at 7:30a.m. I hardly slept on the flight (yes, even the two glasses of red didn't work) and got a complimentary back prodder/sneezer (yes, I now have cold) and a cup of coffee on my lap.

On entering the immigration (the queue was so big you could hardly see the doorway) I waited for luggage that did not come (it did not make the connection and is now making its way to me today) and I watched the luggage pile up and spill over into the floors (the owners must have been in the immigration queue) with the zips undone and material ripped.....welcome to jolly old Heathrow..one of the largest but not greatest airports in the world...Singpore airport (infact any other airport I have used) would put Heathrow to shame....we just can't seem to do efficiency and rather than excite you about arriving home it reminds you why you went away in the first place.

Later that day I approached my mail like a rebellious teenager...how dull is the electricity bill and meter reading?

I'm going to start planning and book the next trip by Christmas...there has to be hope beyond all of this. As much as I love parts of England, its culture, its people, perhaps I'm just bored of it too...

Today I have renewed vigour and will carry out all the plans I pondered while plodding the globe...its hard though..the anticlimax is immense.

I aim to get some sleep as my body has finally surrendered to the all the time zones I have crossed.