The butler did it.
There, I said it, and I’m not even the writer of cheap pulp fiction or detective novels.
Come to think of it, the butler brought me ginger tea with honey each evening, created an ad hoc brunch when several friends stopped by one Sunday morning without warning, and turned my Wagamama’s takeout one evening into an elegant feast.
But I digress.
Claridge’s, located in the heart of Mayfair, just off …
Usually, I am likely to be the last passenger on any flight to actually show up at the airport. It isn’t that I don’t like airports – I love them – but, given the time I spend traveling, I feel that I already commit enough time to them already.
However, that isn’t the case when flying Virgin Atlantic from New York to London
The airline, which is currently 49% owned by Delta …