I had a very compatible group of seatmates. I was on the aisle, and never once did they ask to stand up during the flight until I did, right at the end. We were all trying to sleep. I might have tried working, but the "reading light" did a better job of illuminating the back of my seatmate's head than anything near me. The food, however, was about as lousy as I've ever met on an airplane.
London transit was a concern yesterday. Today, most of the system's operational. We didn't go out of our way to make it back to the flat, although the ungainly baggage meant a taxi for the final stretch was welcome.