Well the airline finally decided to issue us with boarding cards and I was no longer feeling blue. Clutching the cards we waited in line like the good people we are. And it was a strange queue to be in. On one hand there was a Jewish party flying 'home' to Tel Aviv via Heathrow and on the other a Christian group going on a 'pilgrimage' the same route. They were all eyeing each other up warily - I stayed out of it. Then we got to the gate and oh oh - sorry Mr Melrose, could you return to the desk there has been a change. Oh lordy, not again. Now we had heard mutterings that the flight was full but we had the boarding cards. And it was complicated, we had been transferred from UA to AA who partner BA. AA said, hmm, BA might not let us board. Getting the BA boarding cards seemed to have dispelled our original fears. So, rolling up my sleeves I approached the desk. 'Oh yes,' they said, 'we are giving you an upgrade....' Shocked silence followed my having been bowled over by a feather... but upgrade they did and safe arrival in Heathrow ensued - sigh. I like to read on planes and I will write about the best book I have read this year in the next post - and I have read a couple of crackers so it was a tight call but there can only be one tune for today:
