Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Nearly - Never Made It..

Just home after trying to get to London today, to do the Oxfam reading.

Guess where I was trying to fly to? London Gatwick.

Guess where is closed until who knows when? London Gatwick.

There are some things you just have to console yourself with: that your home is still warm, and you have a nice warm curry waiting for you and that in the grand scheme of things, you're actually quite lucky, compared to some poor buggers caught out in the snow.

And there's always next year :)

8 comments:

Niamh B said...

Aw, pity!!
Tis mad weather out there, better staying safe and snuggled at home

Peter Goulding said...

I'm surprised you got out of Dundalk! But I'm amazed at your equanimity...

JAKI MCCARRICK said...

OMG Barbara. We've certainly had a year of it, eh? I couldn't get to the press night of my own play during the volcanic ash cloud, though I got there in the end (boat and coach). Then my passport expired for the Wasafiri thing and had to do the boat thing again. Then there was a storm on the day to go to Liverpool for the Lennon Poetry thing. Talk about siege mentality. When are we building this bunker then? Might need to stay there for a few years. Let's have a coffee some day soon, B. No doubt there'll be an earth quake or something that day.

Carolyn Jess-Cooke said...

Ah what a shame! Still, you're right when you point out how this kind of mularky instills gratitude. Last week I was miffed I didn't have a bigger house, today I was just glad to own a shovel....:)

Rachel Fenton said...

Oh buggeration! Sorry for you, Barbara - and for everyone else getting snowed under.

Michael Farry said...

Ah Sorry about that Barbara!

Dick said...

That makes two of us, Barbara. Pretty much snowed in here too. I'm sorry that it didn't work out. Next year fly to Luton and I'll pick you up - it's 15 minutes from me!

BarbaraS said...

I may take you up on that one, Dick :) Hope there's a let-up there soon.

Thanks, Michael, Rachel. Carolyn Well there was a fair bit of swearing at first, but then you look at the bigger picture (small me, as opposed to big me) and you realise, hey, could be worse sort of thing.

I know Jaki, we know how to do 'epic' very well!

Peter, getting out of Dundalk was easier than getting out of the airport!