I missed my flight :( This is partly due to the fact I went to bed at 3.20am, partly because I'm never a morning person, partly because I'm an idiot moron girl who thinks it only takes an hour to get from home to Heathrow (when it's an hour on the bus, and it takes time to walk to the bus station with heavy bags, and the buses are only every 10 minutes), and partly because the damn departure board in Terminal 3 lied to me (it said "Go to check-in area B", and didn't mention the check in was closing). So now I'm sitting in Heathrow Gate 17 waiting to see if I'll get onto the 12:15 flight.

Richard had a go at me for just waiting in the queue instead of speaking to a member of staff, but I honestly thought I was ok because the sign hadn't mentioned the flight was closing! And I'm already being punished for my idiocy. I've had less than 3 hours sleep, and I'll be starving for the next 9 hours because I can't eat normal airline food. (I bought a bagel which I'm hoping is dairy-free, and a vegan falafel wrap from evil Starbucks). Bah.

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