Three-way

An absolutely ridiculous moment occurred at Heathrow as I was heading to Berlin for some work meetings.

Whilst I was waiting as the millionth person in line at security (that bit where they decide to siphon off your bag for extra checks), my good friend Jackie tapped me on the arm. I was hungover so my reactions were delayed, but we started catching up as we’d last seen each other sometime when I was marooned in the UK during Covid. A few minutes later another good friend of Jackie’s, Kirsty, waltzed up, and they were both going on the same flight to Ghana for work. Beyond ridiculous, but we did the only thing available to us: get refreshments from Pret and sit on the floor in a very crowded airport to catch up.