Proper bummer of a day.

Up at 3am to get ready for our 6am flight, got a text at 3.05 saying our flight had been cancelled. Paid £25 for the Uber that was already on its way to us.

In our half awake panicky state we managed to rebook our flight (thought about going from a different airport but remembered our bag was already at Bristol). Spent a few hours sat on the sofa working out who I needed to phone in the morning and in what order.

Spent all morning making phone calls to the hotel, the transfer company, the airport, the airline. We went to the airport to pick our suitcase up (thankfully not as complicated as we had expected), then had to go and buy some food as we had nothing in.

Since I’d stained the kitchen counters yesterday we had to prepare dinner on the dining table, and very carefully fry things so we didn’t splash any oil.

Tried to stay upbeat as much as possible and made some fancy cocktails to try and feel like we were on holiday.