(Thursday, Oct 1) We encountered a series of minor problems during our last twelve hours in London proving that like life in general,life on the road is never simple.
While walking to and from dinner last night we noticed the acrid aroma of burnt electrical wiring about halfway down the block from our hotel. As we were getting ready for bed the smoke alarm in our room went off twice. The front desk told us that there was nothing to worry about and we assumed that smoke from the cigarette being puffed on by a bloke sitting in an open window of the building next to the
hotel had found it's way into our lodgings.
When Cindy got up this morning the water flowing out of the shower head was as tepid as a day old pot of Earl Grey tea. After shaving and showering in lukewarm water, I dragged my suitcase up a flight of stairs to the lift only to find that it was out of service. So down I went, bouncing my rolling bag down flight after flight of stairs. Then I walked up four flights of stairs and bounced Cindy's bag downstairs. Then I repeated the process to fetch our carry-on bags. Presumably the stench we smelled last night and the smoke alarm clanging were related to the lift malfunction.
Our ride to Heathrow arrived on the dot at 6:45 am and we sped out to the airport in style in a Jaquar sedan. But a miscue got us dropped off at the wrong terminal and we ended up talking a final "walking tour of London" to reach the terminal which serves United Airlines.
We had checked in on-line last night, so this morning we dropped off our bags in the departure area, and then went to the First Class passenger lounge for breakfast and to kill the two hours or so we'd have to wait before boarding our flight.
My iPhone connected to the Wi-Fi network in the lounge, but my netbook would not. So this post was laboriously pecked out one character at a time on my iPhone.
