After a dreadful night’s sleep,
or rather non sleep, Rachael and I went to the airport early in the
morning. Apart from the being asked
about my visa (I was told ‘we’ve never seen one like this before’ and ‘we have
to check otherwise the airline gets fined’) everything went OK.
Spent an hour or two juicing up
my tablet at Heathrow. Poor Rachael had
to wait six hours for her late plane to go.
At Manchester it seems there were no charging stations so she spent a
lot of the time in Costa using one of their plugs. She got to America only to find that her
flight there had also been delayed.
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