Continental Lounge Heathrow Terminal Four
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Continental Lounge, Heathrow Terminal Four.
Rising at 04.40. Kissing the Minx goodbye at 05.40. It was hard to say goodbye, WillyFred too…
And Goodbye Sybil!...
Punctually into the KevinMobile at 05.45 and hurtling off…
As we left, I felt that T was looking down from a window; and have just now discovered, following her call here, that T was indeed looking down from a high window, beyond my vision.
A new club to me…
Off to the gate.
15.40 PST CO 1117 Newark>San Francisco.
A straightforward flight on Continental to Newark I…
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… with a man on the right, over the aisle and a row ahead, coughing for all the flight.
We were almost an hour late leaving Heathrow because of a mechanical alert, computer-based and not actual. But with a two-hour turnaround reduced to 1 hour and 15 minutes, good for me that the immigration queue at Newark was light. Baggage collected and through customs, re-checked, arriving at the gate for the connecting flight to San Francisco as most of the passengers had already boarded. Hot, sweaty, rushed, bringing back too many memories of dud flights and connections, seared into psychic scars. But, leaning back in a business seat of new equipage, the best seat I have ever flown US domestic, Fripp is a happy boy. Actual technical problems, so we left almost an hour late I…
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21.25 Chez Miss Patricia Fripp, San Francisco.
Flying into San Francisco I…
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… landing a little late at 19.20. Pal
Harold Hingle the Photographer was waiting patiently to collect me, arriving here c. 20.30. Then Harold turned round and went straight back out to the airport to collect Patricia, flying in from a wedding.
Just spoken to Sistery, on the runway.
Dribble. Off to bed.
