Paperwork.

This is what a bird strike on a plane looks like. Or the consequence of a bird strike anyway. We didn't get away from Edinburgh until our connection from Heathrow was already in the air. There were no seats on any other flights that evening, so BA put us up in a hotel. Flights rescheduled for tomorrow. Rats.

BA very kindly gave us a tee shirt, a toothbrush and a tiny bottle of multipurpose shampoo-body wash.

Bed was comfy and the food was good, but I'd rather be in New York.