I've just had a hell of a time.

My flight down to spend Christmas with my folks has been canceled and the airport and the flight company handled it terribly.

Gatwick was closed at 3pm but they didn't warn anyone got everyone into the airport, through a huge queue to check in, through security and waiting in the lounge before announcing a cancellation that the goon from Costa Coffee already knew about because he was taking the Mick out of us all by shouting taunts at us.

We were then sent down to pick up our luggage (which took two hours) and they changed carousels without telling anyone (lucky for us someone noticed their bags on the the other carousel and alerted everyone.

Then we had to wait for 2 more hours in another queue only to have some woman come up with a piece of paper telling us that we can sort out a refund online.

Had to get a taxi back to Falkirk which cost £55 (the whole day cost about £100) and i'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a train or flight at short notice (especially the weather keeps up).

So possibly Christmas is mostly cancelled in Chateau Bingowings.

Every muscle in my body aches from standing in lines with a rucksack full of smalls on my back but thank heavens for nice neighbours.

My next door neighbour came over noticing the lights on and keeping an eye out for intruders baring shortbread, rum and port (I'm hoping he wasn't planning on having a party with a bunch of hardened thieves)..

Every tale of woe should have a happy ending.