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  • Arriving at London Heathrow Airport security two weeks ago, I took out a glass jar of tamarind paste (which I cannot buy in Enniskillen) and clumsily dropped it on the floor causing the glass to shatter. The security officer was sympathetic, but still put it through the scanner. He told the guy watching the scan that I had only just dropped it. I was not charged with carrying multi lethal weapons.

    And I was allowed to carry on tamarindless.

    As we entered the main thoroughfare I homed in on the sushi packed lunches sold by Boots. I then searched out some chilled tomato juice and joined Jacques at his favourite part of the airport, the bar.

    We both happily chewed on the cool delicacy, with pickled ginger and squeezed soya sauce from tiny fish shaped containers. As a vegan I was shocked to realise that one of the sushi rolls contained cream cheese; most annoying but I was too hungry to leave it. Then I sat back to observe the people around me.

    To my surprise our flight was announced when I was mid sushi chew and we had to race off to find the departure gate.

    It seemed as if the airport had been designed like a beehive as we passed through module after extra module that had been attached to the main airport building, for miles. We eventually arrived at the very last outpost of Heathrow and queued up to board our plane to Belfast. It was then that I discovered the nearest loos were a mile away. I had to sit crossed legged on the plane until the seat belt lights went out to finally get to a loo.

    I’m going to complain to the airline as soon as I get home, I promised myself, that they should have a public toilet next to every departure gate.

    Image: view from my bus in Belfast.
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