On one of the internet booth thingies in Terminal 1 at London Heathrow waiting for my connecting flight up to Manchester from Geneva. Everyone looks dead unhealthy and the whole place is grey skies and dirty. Feels rank.
At least I'll get to see sunny skies up north though, and am looking forward to seeing me Ma when she picks me up from the airport. Funky stuff!
Better go, my flight's just being called...
