So really, I should be posting this from the comfort of my home, cuppa in one hand, Cadbury’s in the other…

But nope, afraid not. London Gatwick cancelled a hell of a lot of flights today, mine being one of them. Cue frenzied passengers attempting to find their luggage, queues for the only internet cafe in the airport and crazy crazy plans. A few of us sorta stuck together trying to find a solution, from getting the train to London to hiring a car and driving. None of them worked out, but I think everyone managed to find a way back in the end. Luckily I got to an internet cafe just in time (in a really seedy smoky gambling place in Cologne whose owner had a barely intelligible accent) and managed to get myself on a flight for tomorrow. Only just though, as when someone tried to do the same  five minutes after me, it kept timing out and showing an error message. Still a little worried that I’ll get there and something won’t be right.

I’m thoroughly disappointed not to be at home to be honest. It’s not that I hate it in Germany, I love it, but I’ve been looking forward to these two weeks for so  long that it was a real kick in the teeth when we heard that the flight had been cancelled. It’s hard not to chalk it up to the U.K’s general reaction to snow – remember earlier in the year when everything shut down due to snowfall, while the rest of Europe were baffled at the whole commotion? Wile I understand shitty weather conditions are not something you want to be flying in, with that sort of track record, can you blame people for being angry?

The worst part is that I’m missing the grading back home. A lot of people are going for important grades, and I wanted to be there to support everyone, especially the boy. It’s hard not to feel like a bit of a let down, even though it’s not my fault. I really did try everything I could think of to get back home today.

I’m going to get a pizza now to cheer myself up here’s hoping tomorrow goes a little better