Sophie:
We were meant to go to Brussels this weekend but it didn't happen.
Thursday and Friday looked like this:
1pm Thursday- drive to Daddy's work, pick him up, drive to Heathrow terminal 5
2pm- park car, get on shuttle bus. Receive text saying flight is cancelled
2:30pm- arrive at terminal, spend ages hanging about, but we get a flight for 8pm Friday
4pm- flight booked, Mummy finds and internet terminal and finds a hotel
5:30pm- arrive at hotel in Windsor, Theo and I are ravenous and thus foul (well me)
6pm- we eat in the hotel, have a bath and go to bed
8pm- Theo and I are still awake
9pm- We're both asleep. Mummy fears we will be very tired the next day
Friday
6:30am- Daddy's snoring wakes us all up
7am- I am very tired and don't handle it well. I scream for a while
7:30am- we become 'that' family at breakfast. I calm whilst Theo charms!
8:30am- chill in hotel, I potter, rest and argue with anyone
10:30am- we head out to find pharmacist and Mummy picks up 2 caches!
12pm- head to Windsor, have lunch, look at castle, shop. Theo refuses to nap
4pm- run out of things to do in Windsor so head back to Heathrow
5pm- check in, go through to departures, potter round
5:45pm- find restaurant and eat, check departure board- flight cancelled!
Finish dinner and head off to stand in first queue.
7pm- get through passport control, wait for bags
9pm- we are crazy hyper and bored, bags finally arrive!
9:30pm- get back to arrivals and customer services. 2 hour queue. I start crying. Head honcho takes pity on us and takes us out of queue, rebooks flights for us
10:15pm- wait for shuttle bus, pick up car, drive to Daddy's work, pick up his car, drive back in convoy
11:30pm- get home, get into bed, fall asleep
Saturday
6:30am- Theo wakes up!