OK. What’s going on?
The pre-booking nerves, terrorism nightmares and migraine were bad enough: but a British Airways strike? And on the day I am due to fly? Come off it. I wasn’t born yesterday: there must be a conspiracy theory in here somewhere.
All those hours on the net checking timetables, prices, seat comparisons, train times, making sure my luggage was booked all the way through from Manchester so I would never have to see it again (don’t say it!) until I reached SF, asking for help through Heathrow Security and then US Immigration and Customs at the end of the long journey when the ME will be kicking in too much, pre-booking the best Class I can afford, and the best seats for peace and quiet. Just the planning nearly gave me a nervous breakdown.
My first internal UK flight has been cancelled: my second from Heathrow to San Francisco is not cancelled, but is subject to Some Disturbance i.e. Office Staff are being hastily trained to act as Cabin Crew, seats that are paid for are not guaranteed and flight times are not certain. The buggy assistance I asked for will not necessarily be in the right place at the right time, nor will the aircraft, and the through-checking of my luggage will not take place, so that extra time must be allowed for to cope with the luggage and going through London security, instead of Manchester. But there is sure to be plenty of time for that since delays must be expected.
And if by some miracle I get to the USA physically in one piece and in a fit state to enjoy the trip, a further seven days of strikes are timetabled for the two weeks after 14 April. When am I flying home? 24 April.
I rest my case.
Conspiracy against sweffling.
Free the sweffling one.