A terrible flight, with a three hour wait on the runway while engineers tried repeatedly to download some essential but unspecified software, without which we couldn't have taken off. There was no spare aeroplane.
The queues at Heathrow and Dulles were unacceptable. The food on board was dire too.
The worst flight for many years. Now largely forgotten. This morning I escorted the Washington-based grandchildren to the street corner to catch the school bus, feeling relaxed and normal again. Later I went down to Union Station, where I felt a touch of the blues, like John Lee.
Yesterday I found a good Kerouac book, Desolation Angels, in my favourite P Street/Dupont Circle second-hand bookshop (Second Story). Not sure whether to read Updike or Kerouac in the middle of the night, when waking up at odd hours.
The houses in this neighbourhood, Tilden Street, off Massachusetts Avenue are very elegant and all beautifully decorated with Christmas wreaths.
We are not far from the National Cathedral and the Greek Cathedral. No shortage of churches to admire in Washington DC. Yesterday I found the Catholic St Matthew's Cathedral very impressive, and quite Byzantine, with its rich, glowing mosaics. I didn't know St Matthew was the Patron Saint of civil servants!
The news from Greece (Debt Buyback), from Yanis Varoukakis.
Kathimerini
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