Well, that was a fun night (not)
As anyone following me on Twitter will know ( 
selenay), my flight to England last night was cancelled. It was supposed to leave at midnight, but by 11.30pm, it was not looking good. We had to wait another three and a half hours, though, before they decided to cancel the flight and send us all away.
At 3am.
In a mostly closed airport.
Yeah. This was not a fun night for anyone. The taxi station was overwhelmed, so I didn't get home until 5am.
(Mum asked why I didn't call her to get a drive home. I did. Over a dozen times. Dad tried her, too, from England. She sleeps like the dead.)
Dad and I were in contact through the night, thanks to the airport's excellent wifi and our mutual love of tech, so we both had iMessanger going. He was lovely about all of this and kept me cheerful even when I was too tried to think anymore.
So. New plan.
I'm booked on a new flight tonight. Initially it was tonight's midnight flight (although I could see that was going to end badly, if we were all on it, because most of us would have to be bumped) but they've laid on an extra flight three hours earlier, and I'm booked on that. I'm checked in, my seat is assigned, let's hope this plane doesn't break and get cancelled!
I've had some sleep this morning, so I feel slightly less awful. This afternoon I'll just flop around and wait to try again to go to England. This...this is not the holiday I planned.
I mean, why couldn't my flight get cancelled at the end, rather than making me miss the first day of my trip? I had plans! I had tickets to the women's FA Cup Final tomorrow!
Everyone cross you fingers that my flight happens and I'm not so completely dead that I can't do football?
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selenay), my flight to England last night was cancelled. It was supposed to leave at midnight, but by 11.30pm, it was not looking good. We had to wait another three and a half hours, though, before they decided to cancel the flight and send us all away.
At 3am.
In a mostly closed airport.
Yeah. This was not a fun night for anyone. The taxi station was overwhelmed, so I didn't get home until 5am.
(Mum asked why I didn't call her to get a drive home. I did. Over a dozen times. Dad tried her, too, from England. She sleeps like the dead.)
Dad and I were in contact through the night, thanks to the airport's excellent wifi and our mutual love of tech, so we both had iMessanger going. He was lovely about all of this and kept me cheerful even when I was too tried to think anymore.
So. New plan.
I'm booked on a new flight tonight. Initially it was tonight's midnight flight (although I could see that was going to end badly, if we were all on it, because most of us would have to be bumped) but they've laid on an extra flight three hours earlier, and I'm booked on that. I'm checked in, my seat is assigned, let's hope this plane doesn't break and get cancelled!
I've had some sleep this morning, so I feel slightly less awful. This afternoon I'll just flop around and wait to try again to go to England. This...this is not the holiday I planned.
I mean, why couldn't my flight get cancelled at the end, rather than making me miss the first day of my trip? I had plans! I had tickets to the women's FA Cup Final tomorrow!
Everyone cross you fingers that my flight happens and I'm not so completely dead that I can't do football?
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