| Arrived 8/9/2017 on the BA red eye from BOS to Heathrow for layover en route to Greece. Had meticulously sorted and packed 8 prescriptions (some topical, some oral, some nasal) into regulation plastic bags with pharmacy labels clearly visible. One was a box containing a large tube of analgesic muscle gel that couldn’t fit into regulation bags, requiring a larger one. Here I was, a mobile and alert, cooperative 65-year-old Anglophile woman with somewhat complex medication needs, carrying legal and medically necessary drugs in her handbag en route to a vacation. Thus I presented a serious risk in the minds of 2 security agents, who in turn rummaged through my meds, taking the topical ones out of pharmacy boxes to inspect and run electronic wands over for 20 minutes, seeking bomb-making materials, while advising me that all 8 meds must fit into one regulation plastic bag—that I could throw away pharmacy boxes so they’d all fit. This seemed an episode out of Monty Python’s “You Can’t Win” game. I refused as their suggestion would defy the laws of physics, damage some containers, be confusing as some meds had to be used in certain combinations, and eliminate prescription labels containing dosage directions attached to boxes. How, I asked, would I explain to other agents, upon my return from Greece via Heathrow, such medications with no labels to prove their contents? The agents agreed with this argument but managed to lose one prescription bottle entirely and jumble everything in their zeal to protect the UK against American grandmothers and music teachers. My husband, who’d not been to England before, swore never to go there again after the incident.