my name is mwd

My flight was cancelled after all – oh dear. Just made it home, after spending most the day in Heathrow – a fun day out for all the family. Haven’t managed to get through to BA to try and reschedule my flights. At the airport I was told essentially to go home. There was a multi-hour queue for rebooking, but I was told that priority was being given to people trying to get home over people trying to leave the UK (which is fair enough), and thus there wasn’t much point queuing. But the BA phone number isn’t answering at the moment, so I suspect I’m not leaving on a jet plane tomorrow, and on Monday I won’t want to go to Seattle, I’ll want to go to Portland…

Fingers crossed I can get something sorted soon. For now though I’m collapsed with fish & chips, a mug of tea, and a glass of wine, zombified by the day and glad to be at home again, even if it’s a few thousand miles from where I should be at this moment.

If you have been, then long may it continue.