How the Snow stole Christmas

I planned to surprise my family with coming home on Dec. 18^th instead of the 22^nd and everything was perfect.

Until it started snowing. Wasn’t such a bad thing but the human failure coming along with that was.

Before leaving Oxford on Dec. 18^th early in the morning, it started snowing so I checked my flight. Despite the fact that there were some cancellations, my flight was still scheduled to leave right on time. While I was on my way to the airport, I found out that all flight for the day have been cancelled.

It had stopped snowing by the time I got to the airport. I didn’t snow for more then an hour and there were about 3cm of snow and everything broke down entirely. At the beginning I had no idea what to do and waited. As soon as I found out how to rebook my flight – of course British Airways didn’t do that – I tried to relax and waited.

I was told there may be flight leaving late in the evening and we had to wait. The hours passed by and the cold stone floor became more uncomfortable with every passing minute. The time passed by terribly slow and nothing changed.

I went to the bus station, tried to catch a bus but there weren’t any going close to my home in Oxford and I refused to go there since I wanted to go back home!

There was no time for Christmas spirit or any kind of festive feelings during all these troubles.

I spent my first night at Heathrow Airport Terminal 5 and the misery was about to start…