Hopefully I get cut off because my flight actually boards

So I'm still in London waiting for some possibly fictional technical glitch on the plane to be checked by a possibly fictional team of engineer specialists who want to check out the situation. And make sure it's all good to go and all. It's funny -- my flight is actually all Indian families and hords of British businessmen who look like gerber daisies (their color choices, I mean. I have never been surrounded by so much light pink at the same time...) It's interesting. I'm still in that hazy what time is it really phase of traveling it his direction, but while I was entertaining myself I realized how little changes. I know that the human mind seeks patterns wherever it can find them -- that way we feel light we might have control over something, but... I'm flying to India on British airways. Of course. Ok we're boarding, I got my wish. More from mumbai, when I finally get there and the crazy begins...