Updated: Never — Philip's Blog

The first part of Heathrow was surprisingly painless this morning. I had about an hour to catch my flight to Brussels, which is cutting it a bit short, but since there are a very large number of mostly-empty flights going to Brussels this usually works well. I did the usual dance of getting to the right terminal as fast as possible. It only took about 35 minutes from T3 to T1. Not quite a record but close.

My flight wasn't boarding until twenty minutes later, so I had tea with the Dutchies first and then ran off to my plane.

The plane sat in a quiet part of the airport for more than forty minutes before finally being allowed to take off. Of course, life in Brussels goes on in the mean time, so there was no gate and we got to go through the bus dance.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait for my bag very long.

Got home dead-tired and went to bed, waking up an hour ago. This is not a good way to deal with jetlag. Ugh...

Trains are on strike tomorrow. If the newspapers are to be trusted, the whole country will shut down, it will be doomsday and more of that. I calmly sent a text-message to a colleague who will kindly give me a ride to work (at an insane hour, but that's fine with me) -- thanks! I'm sure other train-bound people can find similar solutions to their transit-problem tomorrow.