You may have heard about a certain ashy volcano in Iceland that contrived to shut down European airspace for several days. Millions were stranded. Some were forced to take trains (gasp). I happened to be in England on a business trip at just that time.
Okay, so I wasn’t stuck at the airport for five days straight. And I didn’t have to spend thousands of my own dollars on either a hotel room, food, or a new flight. But that isn’t to say I didn’t suffer. Let us count the ways.
1. The bed in my room at the Park Plaza County Hall (my third hotel of the trip) had only two pillows. Two! So obviously there was some kind of pillow drought. What with all of the flights being grounded, apparently they couldn’t fly in any new down from … wherever all those plucked geese are kept.
2. The room service menu (also at PPCH) had a really rubbish dessert offering. Which did not even include Banoffee Pie. Consequently I ordered dessert once, ate one bite of it, and never ordered another again. Seriously.
3. I didn’t manage to get any Pimms. In spite of the purported ash cloud, every day was a bright sunny day, without a cloud (or aeroplane trail) in the sky. And yet I never got to sip Pimms riverside. Clearly, this is partly my fault. I should have made that happen. But whosever fault it was, clearly I was hard done by to spend an entire two weeks Pimms-less while the sun shone.
4. Eurostar travel was so chock-a-block with stranded fliers that I couldn't even use the bonus time for a cheeky trip to Paris. Which left me, indeed, "stuck" in London. I can imagine worse fates!
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