About 4pm today a little 3yr old girl & her mother spot me wheeling my suitcase down the road.
Little girl: (to her mother) That man is going on holidays.
Mother: Yes, he is, darling. Why don't you ask him where he is going?
Little girl: (to me) Are you going to the moon?
Me: (smiling, mother smiles too) No, I'm not going to the moon. I'm going to China. Do you know where that is?
Little girl: Are there dinosaurs? (Me and the mother exchange a smile again)
Me: No, no dinosaurs in China.
Little girl: (incredulous) Why not?
Me: They all died. (Oh, was that the wrong thing to say?)
Little girl looks upset and tugs the mother away who gives me a pained look. How was I to know she hadn't told her that D.I.N.O.S.A.U.R.S. were E.X.T.I.N.C.T! — travelling to Beijing, China with Stuart Archer from Terminal 3 London Heathrow Airport (LHR).