Moving house is said to be one of the most stressful experiences, worse than getting divorced or starting a new job. This week, I attempted to exchange contracts on one home and buy another, and I was reduced to a quivering wreck in the process. But for sheer unpleasantness, a devastating assault on all our senses, nothing compares to air travel.
Forget the “joy of travel” – anything that involves an airport will be the complete opposite. For “joy”, read “misery”. And yet, lemming-like, we continue to succumb.
This weekend, millions of holidaymakers will submit to that exercise in ritual humiliation and physical deprivation that is known as “catching a flight”. On Thursday, the scene at Heathrow’s Terminal 5 was all too familiar, as problems with the British Airways check-in system resulted in queues of up to two hours and hundreds of passengers were forced to take off without their luggage.
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