still following that lucky star

i departed the land of Oz on a clear blue day

and landed in Britain on a less clear one

i was one of the lucky ones

after queuing for 9 hours to retrieve my bags

i was given a hotel room

with an icing-sugar dusted view

others missed out and slept at Heathrow

for some reason i cut lucky

and

the gods were smiling

delays sometimes lead to interesting opportunities

amusing conversations

and laughter

despite frustrations

and somebody wanted to buy my coat

[sorry, not for sale]

i found my digs at dusk

and went for a quick snowy walk

where i found old friends

Choisya ternata [foreground]

and a eucalyptus of some sort

[at the back]

now i'm back at Heathrow

and after another 4 hours queuing

am in the BA lounge

hopefully awaiting departure for Copenhagen

under the circumstances

a breakfast of Glenlivet may be excused...