Trapped and dislocated for 3 days, we ended up stopped dead in our tracks at Heathrow. Everyone was kicked out of the terminals so getting information and new tickets was not possible. Everyone was sent to some white tents outside without seats and without food or water (and for that matter bathroom facility's)
After a few hours of getting sent from one person to the other, all with new information that didn't add to what I had gotten before I was angry. At that point I was starting to get the right information and when I finally got through to the airline company I was told that the next flight for us would be on the 30th...this was on the 22nd. That was not an option...sitting in that tent over Christmas and one of the kids birthdays......
Didn't accept that of course and by then I wasn't accepting not being let into the terminal...cause I had to in order to get out of there and go back home. After a lot of arguing with the security guard 8and the police he summoned) I was finally let back in with the kids...to be met by a "We cant get you any flights to Scandinavia before the 26th....not acceptable...so I ask..well what about other airports in the UK?
He found a flight the next evening (25 hours away) and we took them, even if they only took us to Copenhagen. We went by bus to Birmingham and slept (kind of) at the airport....and did manage to get on the plane that was overbooked. Arrived in Copenhagen at night....plane was late and the last bus had already gone.
We took the train to Malmoe and spent that night in a chilly waiting room with no doors.
We did get on the train (it was overbooked so we should really not have been able but thanks to the fact that the ticket machines being offline the rules gave us that opportunity. During that day only one train made it to the capitol from the south (the one we where on).
Once in the capitol we had originally planned to get off.....but it happened to be the same train that would take us home (or almost home) so we stayed on board...lucky that cause that was also the only train that made its destination...4 hours late but at least arriving.
My dad picked us up at the train station and we left the kids home so I could go buy food....and went home to get the tree up and cook... I created a few miracles and got us home and got Christmas set up in less than 5 hours....yepp...I did...don't bloody ask how......cause I don't know.....
Still eager to go....still planning the trip...but it will be without kids....cause it will be for only a week.
I need to go...I need to go now...
Wanna come babysit?
