Ratshit Ryanair

We had been really looking forward to James’s arrival today when he discovered with only 25 minutes before it was due to leave Stansted that it was cancelled.... and that the next flight he could change to was on Wednesday.

(We all fly home on Friday).

Cue a frantic morning of searching replacement flights with dodgy internet connection and then finding them sold out. Martin, me, James and my friend Sandra were all searching and we eventually paid for one coming out tomorrow night from Heathrow. Cue another round of frantic travel planning and trying to decide whether it would be best for James to go to London today but was unable (and worryingly still unable) to contact my Dad who might have been able to put him up.

Further cancellations to all London trains from Stansted finally saw him back in Linton 5 hours after he was dropped off this morning by Grampa.

Keep everything crossed for tomorrow peeps, the lad has only this week off work this summer and this was his only holiday planned.