We in Britain, it has to be said, do not handle extremes of weather very well! Usually a bit of snow brings the country to a stand still so, unsurprisingly, when there is a shit load of the white stuff the consequences are bad. There have been no flights to North Carolina for two days. After sitting on the tarmac for 3 hours waiting to be de-iced and parked following a flight from Germany on Friday Hubby ventured to Heathrow this morning expecting to fly back to the states at 12pm (mad dogs and English men!). Astonishingly, he boarded on time although he sat on the tarmac again for three hours before finally taking off. Why do airlines do that? Why board? He was lucky in the wide scheme of things! He flew! I may not be so lucky to fly back on Wednesday with more snow forecast.
I am always pissed off that they don't weigh me with my suitcase. Why am I only allowed the same weight in luggage as the fat bastard behind me? I can see Ryan Air catching on to this. The more you weigh the smaller your suitcase has to be! Call me fattist but it seems fair to me.
All of that aside I still want to go back to that strange place I now call home. Hubby will hopefully be landing later today and I miss him already. He is the most familiar thing to me in that strangeness (bit of a turnaround given he used to be the strangest part of my life before America!) I also have an obligation to my cats. After all they were as pissed off as I was to have to leave England in the first place. They had even less choice than me too. Most importantly we need to be back for the Kiddies Christmas present. A huge surprise that they didn't know about at all... until someone just called by to wish us all a safe journey home, a happy Christmas and a great trip to Disneyland on Boxing Day!