I think the picture and the poem say it all!
Suddenly I veered to the left
and the going got heavy.
The smooth tiles had not changed
but it felt like gravity had.
I was twice the weight.
Glancing around I saw my son;
gliding silently along behind me
on a penny board,
dragging a suitcase,
holding on to the back of my chair.
The assisted travel in Heathrow sucks!
John Carré Buchanan
07 August 2016