What a way to start a vacation... But some careful planning and knowledge of options meant we were not offloaded and that we stayed ahead of the game.
On our travels we did spot the place where naughty Australians are sent...
Heathrow was just mind blowing... Metal everywhere.... Annnnd then the queue for the lovely interaction / interrogation (kidding...just lots of questions as usual) by Her Majesty's Customs.

We made it to the hotel in Shepherds Bush, via the tube and London taxi...
The shower was the best ever...
Had a nap and a quick walk around....
We have worked out that the definition of jet lag is - When your body says I WANT WEETBIX, but you are trying to eat STEAK. Didn't finish the steak...
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