More posh than useful

The last leg of our journey home was irritating, to put it mildly. I woke in the Gatwick Premier Inn to a text message: our flight had been cancelled. Technical reasons, they said. We were rebooked on a flight from Heathrow.

So off to Heathrow we went. At least BA paid the £20 each bus fare. We checked in with just enough time to buy the bag I'd seen in Gatwick. But the shops in Heathrow Terminal 5 are way too posh to sell the practical little bag I wanted. So here you can see Mr PB and friend passing Gucci, while my pal Di marches on towards Burberry.

We walked on, and I returned home bagless. And it was raining.