31st May 2026
Harry is looking decidedly pouty...
...and has been so ever since I brought my cases downstairs. He knows.
I go through the familiar routine of packing, which is completed (barring some last-minute stuff in the morning) surprisingly quickly - and simply...
I'm test-flying a new carry-on, made by Mous, whose iPhone cases I have used for years. It's nicely designed, incredibly light, and I can fit everything I need into its compact interior, so I don't need to take a backpack...
Pretty soon, I'm packed - everything fits suspiciously easily, and I'm nowhere near my baggage weight limits...
The light grey-coloured gizmo is a type of neck rest that should allow me to sleep on the flight (which would be a novel experience for me
). I'll see if it works.
Last October, I did Future Mike a favour, and booked World Traveller Plus (effectively Economy Plus) - with the overnight trip from Vancouver to London in Economy still in my mind (and most of my vertebrae). My BA captain buddy has been unable to get me upgraded on the last few flights I have taken (UK/Canada), so I bit the financial bullet and booked myself an easier trip.
I take Harry round to his holiday home with my housekeeper, Vikki. He's in for some serious pampering - and also very little peace, as Vikki has four boys under 16...
It occurs to me that Harry had a greater volume of luggage for a fortnight's stay than I did...
Regular readers will be unsurprised to hear that I'm having some work done on the house whilst I'm away.
Nick, my neighbour, will be replacing the kitchen worktops (the new ones are in the garage awaiting his attention); Dale, my painter, is going to give the garden fences a good coat of paint, and my window-cleaning firm are going to pressure wash and re-sand part of the rear yard (specifically “Poo Alley” – the only part of the yard Harry has access to, without my opening the second gate).
I spend the afternoon on last-minute details – emptying bins, draining coffee makers, and rechecking that I haven't forgotten anything. I try to check in online and singularly fail to do so, despite all my Advanced Passenger Information and Canadian eTA being on point. This ends with a 40-minute call to BA's Customer Service number - eventually getting through to an operator, who laboriously fills all the details in again - and then holds on the line whilst I press to test - and am successful
I print out my Boarding Pass and put it in the little zipped cubby in my carry-on...
I noticed, when eventually checking in, that cabin upgrades weren't available - so it looks like another packed flight...
I will have a fairly leisurely start in the morning, as my flight doesn’t depart until 17:20. My mate Adrian is kindly giving me a lift to Heathrow, and he’ll pick me up at 10:30 – and we’ll go straight out to breakfast…
Harry is looking decidedly pouty...
...and has been so ever since I brought my cases downstairs. He knows.
I go through the familiar routine of packing, which is completed (barring some last-minute stuff in the morning) surprisingly quickly - and simply...
I'm test-flying a new carry-on, made by Mous, whose iPhone cases I have used for years. It's nicely designed, incredibly light, and I can fit everything I need into its compact interior, so I don't need to take a backpack...
Pretty soon, I'm packed - everything fits suspiciously easily, and I'm nowhere near my baggage weight limits...
The light grey-coloured gizmo is a type of neck rest that should allow me to sleep on the flight (which would be a novel experience for me
Last October, I did Future Mike a favour, and booked World Traveller Plus (effectively Economy Plus) - with the overnight trip from Vancouver to London in Economy still in my mind (and most of my vertebrae). My BA captain buddy has been unable to get me upgraded on the last few flights I have taken (UK/Canada), so I bit the financial bullet and booked myself an easier trip.
I take Harry round to his holiday home with my housekeeper, Vikki. He's in for some serious pampering - and also very little peace, as Vikki has four boys under 16...

It occurs to me that Harry had a greater volume of luggage for a fortnight's stay than I did...
Regular readers will be unsurprised to hear that I'm having some work done on the house whilst I'm away.

Nick, my neighbour, will be replacing the kitchen worktops (the new ones are in the garage awaiting his attention); Dale, my painter, is going to give the garden fences a good coat of paint, and my window-cleaning firm are going to pressure wash and re-sand part of the rear yard (specifically “Poo Alley” – the only part of the yard Harry has access to, without my opening the second gate).
I spend the afternoon on last-minute details – emptying bins, draining coffee makers, and rechecking that I haven't forgotten anything. I try to check in online and singularly fail to do so, despite all my Advanced Passenger Information and Canadian eTA being on point. This ends with a 40-minute call to BA's Customer Service number - eventually getting through to an operator, who laboriously fills all the details in again - and then holds on the line whilst I press to test - and am successful
I print out my Boarding Pass and put it in the little zipped cubby in my carry-on...
I noticed, when eventually checking in, that cabin upgrades weren't available - so it looks like another packed flight...
I will have a fairly leisurely start in the morning, as my flight doesn’t depart until 17:20. My mate Adrian is kindly giving me a lift to Heathrow, and he’ll pick me up at 10:30 – and we’ll go straight out to breakfast…


) - it's a spy story which seems to be concentrating on the attack on the Pan-Am 747 that was brought down in Lockerbie. So far it's very engaging, and it's the first of a series of books...
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