Flying South for Winter

I spent yesterday evening hanging out at Heathrow with my gran before her flight to Australia. She goes there every January for 3 months. How I wish I could fly south for the winter and follow the birds...

I got to see my lovely mum too. It's the first time I've seen her since she's given up work and she looks sooooo much better. Happier, less tired and less thin. I was very worried about her at the end of last year, but all seems good now.

Oh, and Terminal 4 is possible the most depressing place on earth.