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 We made it home.

Left the hotel this morning and went to the Tube station at St. James. We rode that until Hammersmith and changed trains there to head to Heathrow. It took just under an hour with our walk to the station. 

Early of course to the airport but we found plenty of shops to roam around in. They put our terminal number on the board a couple hours before the flight. To get there was another train ride across the airport. Settled in and waited until our boarding number got called. 

The flight was good. We had a full dinner within two hours of the flight; Chickpea curry, roll with butter, spring peas in some kind of cream sauce, and sticky toffee pudding. I watched movies for most of the flight. No sleep was coming to me on this flight. 

The person in front of me laid there chair all the way back on top of me. This is so rude. I don’t care if it’s allowed to be used that way. I wouldn’t do it unless there was nobody behind me. It is so confining, almost claustrophobic feeling. So this person got to feel every time I moved my knees. When I got up to use the bathroom they got a hip check to the back of the head. For five hours this person decided not to sleep of course but to just play on their phone. So I decided to take a leaf out of the Roman’s book and curse them to a lifetime of the same behavior on every flight they ever made again. Still not interested if they have the right to do it, if you get pleasure at the expense of others feelings there’s something wrong with you. 

Through to customs after the flight. I hadn’t even thought about this part. This is where global entry would come in handy. We were in line for about forty minutes because just like the DMV, there were twelve places where employees could be but only three people were there. When we landed in London customs was scan your passport at an unmanned kiosk, have your picture taken, and walk through the door that said “nothing to declare.” It took five minutes, and mostly only because I hadn’t taken my passport out of its sleeve before I tried to scan it. 

Then on to a tram that shuttled us over to the main part of the airport for arrivals and departures. Where we were picked up and driven home, by my FIL I think we chatted with the children for about an hour and were asleep by 8pm. Happy to be back in my own bed but not happy that this trip is over. Back to work and that life on Monday-heavy, sad sigh.