Killing Time

Yet another airport.  This time Heathrow en route to Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC to the congniscenti).
 Walking round Dixons I got paid a fiver to do a customer survey during which I did my best to create the impression of being a cosmopolitan world traveller.  Then took the fiver and my other cash in hand to the currency exchange and became a millionaire - in Vietnamese Dong sadly.

It's a bright sunny beautiful day, I'm feeling cool in my light travel slacks, sandals and collar-less shirt and not at all like the bald, slightly confused, old git I actually appear to other people.

Yay - the "go to gate" sign has just come up on my Bangkok flight!