Up and ... away

Not an auspicious start.
Up at 5am to run P to the airport. Snow. All planes delayed.
So while P sits it out at NCL, I eat a toasted, wholemeal seedy bagel with crispy bacon - back here in Ilium.
Through slush and snow storm the plane eventually took off an hour or so late. Told P to sit next to Harry Gregg. Poor joke.