Alarm off at 5am, the first thing we see is a message from Rowan "Are you guys OK?" This made us check our phones. Flight cancelled, Heathrow Shut all day. The end. Unless we could get to Madrid a different way, we were stuck. We couldn't get anywhere. So we decided to get to Puerto Rico on any flight that would have us, then fly home on our existing tickets. Not easy to arrange in the middle of a maelstrom of panic and uncertainty that is whipped up by such systemic failures. In the end we could get a flight to Barbados from Manchester on Sunday, then to San Juan on Monday. So we went home for two unexpected nights, then we could get the train to Manchester and fly on Sunday. But we couldn't. The dreaded phrase "replacement bus service" on the timetable meant we had to travel to Manchester on the Saturday, stay at the terminal then fly on the Sunday.
We were in good spirits at the Radisson hotel in the airport, it is a family favourite place to stay, and we had a good meal.
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