Rant over

I warn you in advance that I need to get something off my chest. You might think I would be a seasoned traveller by now and take delays in my stride, I usually do. I’m not sure if it is the affect of being away for four weeks or the fact I have a job to rush back for; I am stuck in an airport and really annoyed.

I was up at three thirty this morning to catch the red eye flight from Berlin back to Heathrow; you can imagine my frustration when I received a text to inform me that my flight was delayed by thirteen hours. ‘How is this possible?’ was my initial reaction as I headed to the airport determined to get to the bottom of this and find an earlier flight home. I had a work engagement to get back for that has been in the diary for weeks and one I could not afford to miss.

It transpires that after spending the last seven days melting with temperatures hitting the high thirties and no sign of a breeze the storm we had all been hoping for arrived the evening before my flight. Consequently the aircraft I should now be flying home on is stuck in Dresden. Apparently no British Airways staff work at that airport so once the passengers had disembarked nobody was allowed back onto the airplane and even the luggage is still onboard.  

As inclement weather conditions are deemed an act of God and not the airline’s problem no alternative flights were offered. I have now bitten the bullet and purchased another flight from an airport on the other side of Berlin that will take me into Luton. I still have two more buses, two trains and a taxi before I'll be home in time to shower and rush back out the door.