
Moving into security in Heathrow

My bags in the back of the shaggin wagon
I’m sitting here cooling my jets in the Dusseldorf airport feeling very glad that I didn’t have enough cash to get the Glenmorangie Scotch that I wanted to get. Despite assurances that from the airline representative that I had called specifically to make sure of this, I was made to go through both passport control as well as security here once again. The security here is much tighter than in the US and took quite a lot longer, helped along by the fact that I had forgotten to ditch the last two of the buy 3 Dr Peppers for a really good price that I had picked-up in a Heathrow airport WH Smith. Luckily, the flower bomb perfume that I got fit nicely into my plastic baggie after I had divested it of it wrappings. My flight from London had been late but my flight to Chicago is even later!

The sturdy beast that ferried me to Chicago

Mile-high lace knitting. Note the empty scotch glass!
The next day in Chicago:
I’m in Chicago now with the dulcet tones of Sesame Street playing in the background. I arrived safely and with a minimum of fuss even given a middle seat on an extremely crowded flight. I think that I have finally found the key to international flying: Scotch on the rocks. A few of these made the entire process that much more enjoyable! Anyway, I have had a Mountain Dew and a good sleep (not normally two things that are conducive to each other but without the MD I would not have been able to make it to 9pm last night) but yesterday they were just what was needed. Tonight is a party of my friends that are here in the Chicago area and SJ and I are sitting here trying to figure out what we are going to do today. I suppose that we had best get on with it then….

My friend and her little guy with the spoils of travel around them
oh cutiesie! Glad that you had a good trip!