it all seemed to be going so well. The M1 was clear, got up to Luton with no problems, the board showed the barcelona flight on schedule and so I sat down outside the cafe emperor nero around 4am with the papers and digested the latest on assange, smugly observing the ever escalating queue outside the easyjet (dis)information desk. Then a text came through at around 6am.
"You're cancelled!"
(or rather, we're sorry to inform you that blah blah your xmas is now screwed blah blah)
TOTAL PANIC
So I joined the ever-escalating queue forming outside the easyjet (dis)information desk. People were getting extremely restless, I saw a Turkish family in tears, one woman in a wheelchair was having a fit. I didn't see anyone in an easyjet uniform, just 2 (TWO) subcontractors with walkie talkies hopelessly out of their depth. After 3 (THREE) hours I made it to the front. No more flights till wednesday, although I could make the subs bench for the sunday afternoon flight in case anyone didn't show. (Akin to telling someone on the titanic they might make it on to the escape boats if anyone dropped out). So then after emergency consultation with my folks, I decided to try my luck at St Pancras. There must be ONE seat on one train, I'll bribe them if necessary. Nothing, nada, zilch,
rien - and so with a heavy heart I went home (with the car still at Luton Apt) and found out there MAY be a seat on a flight out of gatwick on wednesday. If that too fails, then will be distraught. Probably my gran's last xmas and we had this one all planned for her, but what can yer do...?
