Terminal 2, Heathrow
A very intense week began on Sunday with a trip round the M25, dropping friends off at Stanstead and then me at Heathrow, as I was flying to Dresden for the week to work.
In the end I came home a day early, so here I am at home, working way, but shattered. A combination of odd shifts, tennis elbow and a start of a cold coming. All this resulted in many hours too less sleep, and now feeling like death warmed up, slightly.
Terminal 2 is good, for a terminal. Easy to check in, get through security and found a place to enjoy a pint in. Not bad.
Terminal 2, Heathrow
A very intense week began on Sunday with a trip round the M25, dropping friends off at Stanstead and then me at Heathrow, as I was flying to Dresden for the week to work.
In the end I came home a day early, so here I am at home, working way, but shattered. A combination of odd shifts, tennis elbow and a start of a cold coming. All this resulted in many hours too less sleep, and now feeling like death warmed up, slightly.
Terminal 2 is good, for a terminal. Easy to check in, get through security and found a place to enjoy a pint in. Not bad.