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When the front row is empty, I move up and sit there, waiting for my wheelchair or the airport wheelchair to arrive. I deeply resent those few occasions when I was told, “Lord Blencathra, your wheelchair is here, but please wait until all the able-bodied people get off first”. In most airports that I have visited, my chair or another chair arrives halfway through disembarkation, and I stagger on to it in the middle of the fit and able passengers. In London City Airport, it is always ready at the foot of the stairs before the first passenger gets off—what a marvellous little airport that is. My record for arrival is 25 minutes from the door opening to being in a taxi with chair and luggage. London City should run Heathrow.