Heathrow Airport is a byword for Hell on earth. I waited 1 hour for Chloe to get out of immigration controls, where she was questioned because apparently she didn't look like her passport photo. She was even quizzed about where she went to school, and who her form tutor was. Why is it so hard to love the UK?
While I was waiting, some bloke with stacks of luggage steered right into me and then said I shouldn't be standing there. And called me a silly cow. Really, really hard to feel the love!
Fortunately, on earth, there is a way to escape Hell. Jump on the M25 and keep driving. The next time we do a long haul trip, I am definitely paying to escape via my favourite airport. Not naming names, in case the rest of the world crowds in with me.
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Oh dear! Still, glad the ordeal's over and you have your girl back with you! :)
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