In the grand sweep of a journey, a £5 charge is barely a ripple. It’s the price of a magazine you won’t read, a small token for the convenience of a quick embrace. The real cost, perhaps, is the lost art of the unhurried goodbye. We dash out of cars, phones buzzing, schedules tight, missing the small moment of standing still. Next time you drop someone off at T5, take that 10-minute clock as a gift. A tiny, charged-up reminder that the most valuable things—hello and goodbye—are, paradoxically, free.
So pay the fee, give a proper handshake (or hug), and drive away knowing you navigated one of the world’s busiest airports without a single stamp of frustration. Well, maybe just one little stamp. Safe travels.
