This time it went much more smoothly. That is if you don’t count the chaos at check in. For some reason the system would not let me check in on line. So there I was, insanely early at SFO for the sole purpose of printing off boarding passes. The flight to Toronto was fine and the lovely gate agent found me a bulkhead seat so that my sore knee would not feel worse at the end than the start.

Next stop – Heathrow.