Hung around outside the terminal building at Sea-Tac enjoying the last of the sunshine. And met Sadie.
Sadie. Seattle. Friday.
Sadie is a Good Dog. You can tell because her owner told her "Stay" and she did. Then the usual painful airport Stuffs: check-in with huge queueueueue because the bag drop was closed (thereby removing the point of all the fannying about with online check-in), security with huge queueueueue, lots of sitting about, getting in the Shiny Metal Birb with huge queueueueue, not sleeping much for nine hours, getting off the Shiny Metal Birb with huge queueueueue ect and, moreover, ect. Amazeballs: no huge queueueueue for black passport control and The Luggage emerged just as I reached the carousel. 27 stops on the Piccalilli Line, change at Finsbury Park and a W15 shows up at Walthamstow Central almost immediately. Yay!
Larrington Towers still standing though the green things in the front yard have run rampant and constitute a trip hazard to the postie. Too late and dark to go shopping so make do with a chicken mirchi wala and garlic fried pilau from the takeaway up the road. This should suffice to nuke any plague germs picked up from diseased FOREIGNS aboard the Shiny Metal Birb...