The cure for boredom

‘When you have nothing better to do, write a story’: an old iPog saying.
I am stuck in the departure lounge of Heathrow for the next 8 hours thanks to Flybe, COVID hangover and Brexit – in that order if you want a chronology. In weightage terms, the order would, most likely, be reversed. In any case, here I am sat (‘sitting’ for the punctilious) opposite Harrods Food Hall, wondering if the £12 that Flybe compensated us with would buy me anything there. I haven’t checked but I doubt it. If the Caviar and Seafood House right behind me is an indication of food prices at Heathrow, probably not – on the menu is a lobster dish for £65 and with a dash of caviar thrown in, that would be £75, thank you very much. I didn’t ask if I could just have the caviar without the lobster. I don’t want to make trouble even before I reach my destination. It has, however, made me ponder over an existentialist conundrum: if someone didn’t eat fish but ate eggs, could that person eat caviar, considering caviar is fish (Sturgeon) eggs!
Quite a pointless question, of course. But it’s a good way to pass time. Only another seven hours to go.