The station info said it was on time but the FGW train pulled into our local station 15 mins late, and confusion reigned when passengers with seats booked in carriage B found it didn't exist. Also those with seats booked facing forward were going backwards. But the quiet carriage was quiet (apart from some gentle snoring, and general merriment at the startled expression of the man about to get off at Westbury when it was announced that there might not be a platform at some exit doors).
We've had our first disaster; Lawson lost the button on his trousers and declined to let me use my needle (sharp) and thread to sew it back on (with him still in them, of course). So I was waiting for him to lose his trousers each time he went to the buffet car.
But here we are in the departure lounge of Terminal 3 of London's Heathrow airport. We should be boarding in 5 mins.
Time to go. Dubai here we come.
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