I'm not sure if I'm yawning from an early start or from a late finish. There are certainly no clues as I look around.
The TVs are either showing Johnny English (fortunately silently! ) or a version of the news - with the interesting, hopelessly out-of-synch subtitles on. I've not noticed any hilarious mistakes, but then again, I'm not really watching.
Everyone is either on the phone or typing furiously into a portable device of some kind. Oh, apart from a couple of mature gents reading the broadsheets.
Choices - beer or coffee? Coffee wins..
Breakfast at Terminal 5, Heathrow.