Dominoes Falling...

So. David is due to fly into Heathrow's new Terminal 5 tomorrow night at 10:15. We've booked a car service pick-up so I don't have to schlep the kids to the airport in the middle of the night. Susie is due in just before 6 AM at Gatwick (other side of London) on Saturday morning. This means D. will arrive home around 2 AM, and I will leave around 2:30 to head to Gatwick. Yeah. Crazy welcome home, but we had it planned out, and it will all work.

At least....we THOUGHT it would. Duh duh DUH. Did anyone see the monkey wrench in that last paragraph? If you guessed Terminal 5, you win the prize. The brand spanking new international terminal at Heathrow opened today in utter chaos. Apparently, their spandy new baggage-handling system is completely nonfunctioning. Arriving passengers are waiting up to 2.5 hours for the bags. As of 5 this evening, departing passengers are not even allowed to check any baggage. It's carry-on only, or go find another way to get where you are going.

They promise things will be smoothed out "really soon" but meanwhile, we're all prepared for probable major delays. That'll mean David getting home Heaven knows when, me taking off 15 minutes after Heaven knows when, and Susie cooling her jets at Gatwick for a possible good long time. There's the domino effect. Good thing she's got her tunes and her knitting and her cheerful outlook on life to keep her company. Right, Susie?