Monday I am meeting my Uncle for lunch at our usual haunt The Sherlock Holmes Pub.
Tuesday I take Moses to the cat hotel... must remember to take payment. Then I pack.
Wednesday I get up hideously early and get the first train to Clapham Junction. Then a second train to Gatwick. Breeze through security and break fast in one of the many fine eating establishments in the departure hall. I will procure some reading material from Mr Smith and Sons news stand. Then await the announcement for boarding of the dirigible bound for Dallas, Texas. I rather like sitting in the departure hall watching the people, some from the furthest corners of The Empire.