Monday, December 20, 2010
HEATHROW I HATE YOU!
Greger has waited all day once again at Arlanda, even going through to the gate; but at the last moment, the flight was cancelled.
Yesterday morning, a Radio 4 reporter asked a BAA representative if they ever ask for advice about freezing weather, but the BAA representative evaded the question. It's Scott of the Antarctic syndrome: I say, let's take ponies instead of dogs to the South Pole - what do those stupid Norwegians know about it?
At least I got out today. I drove down to Maidenhead and stocked up on fresh provisions at Waitrose - which was a complete madhouse.
Two blackcaps - one male, one female - have been trying to get at the rather awkwardly-hanging berries on the Japanese angelica trees out the front. The robin and blackbirds also go for these. But I was very surprised this afternoon to see a green woodpecker fly away from them as I approached the window.
Well, I suppose extreme weather may beat us in the end; but I don't call four inches (and Heathrow can't have had much more than that) of snow, extreme weather. Not for one of the busiest (and possibly wealthiest) airports in the world. Pathetic.
// posted by Christine @ 9:05 AM 
