Last time we flew from London, our flight had been at 6pm, and I think, in our hurry at booking the seats we had seen 16:00 and the six had stuck in our minds...
Getting to Manchester early meant we were able to check in on the preceding flight.
Thankfully the bag in question was T's golf clubs, the best possible bag to still be in England. He had been trying to be reunited with them for the past two years since leaving them with his bother when we moved to Munich. We got the feeling the clubs didn't want to leave England!
It was a good plan and we were very thankful to just go straight from Arrivals to a waiting taxi. Although the plan wasn't totally flawless; as we arrived home to be greeted by this where our front path should be: