And so my non-lonely journey begins...

-Hey you.
I'll be at Heathrow on Sunday at about 4 pm. Wanna grab a pint or two? My flight to Singapore leaves at ten...

-Ahoy my bonny lass always up for a pint or two see you about 5-6pm then.

As it turned out, my flight was two and a half hour delayed at Arlanda. We all had to board, though, which pretty much sucked.

Even with five hours to spare at Heathrow, no one recommended me to check out and grab a pint in the arrival hall. So, with only two hours, I figured it was no point in missing my connecting flight to Singapore for that ten year old pint. No pint is worth that, sorry Nad.

But we DID have a pint, just not together! Nad had a pint of Stella (I'm guessing) in the arrival hall and I had a pint of Strongbow in the departure hall. Cheers!