Our flight was at lunchtime so we had plenty of time to pack and leave for the airport. The 10:30 bus 42 to Mérignac, then the 1 to the airport. I printed out the boarding cards and got our passports from the special cloth wallet.
"Where's your passport, dear?"
So it was that I left on bus 42 and Pat waved me off. Since then the flat has had the cleaning of its life, and no passport has emerged. This has brought further consequences which I will explain later.
An uneventful flight to Gatwick and a leisurely journey across London to Cricklewood where I was to stay with some friends during EMA.