The Airport Song
I am calm. Our visitors have been grounded now for two days. There is no chance of a flight tomorrow and they are booked for Monday. This will probably not happen, and the only viable alternative is for me to do an 800 mile round trip, so that they can pick up their car and get on to the next leg of the journey. One must get to France, via England, and when booking a ferry the prices were going up faster than a taximeter. Anybody who says the other services are not profiteering from the current air restrictions is misinformed. I did think I could decant my guests onto a bus, except that to spend 8 hours on a bus in very cramped conditions is currently costing £120. Somebody is taking the piss.
Dr Weasel has only been back from Italy in the last few days. Had she been stranded we might have had something of a crisis to deal with, given the daily cost of staying in a Hotel, and then arranging alternative transport. There must be many people in deep doo doos over this Icelandic Volcano.
I wonder how people are taking it? I feel resigned. I feel that there is nothing I can do, and that I am one of the lucky ones. I don't have kids, I am not abroad, running out of money and pants, I do not have to be anywhere soon. As I wrote earlier, this is the second time this year that My guests have been at the mercy of the weather; delayed and dismayed.
Posted by Wrinkled Weasel on Sunday, April 18, 2010