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johnny9fingersSo the Bro and his Mrs are stuck in Andalusia. My Parents-in-law are trapped on Minorca. No flights back to the UK for another day. I have to man the phones here as, between the Mother and I, we have to try to sort out various stuff that has to happen for all concerned.
The EasyJet site isn't very helpful. (Strange, that.)
There is some talk of a Dunkirk style rescue for the poor Brits trapped abroad, but I'll believe it when I see it. Anyway, we hope to have our chaps back home by then. Fingers crossed. It'll be all over by Christmas.
Good ol' Mother Nature still knows how to brew up a storm, and as a society or species we never plan for this sort of thing. Collectively it seems we have the survival instincts of the proverbial lemming, which differs from the real one in as much as it doesn't need driving over cliff edges, and is perfectly content to hurl itself into the void.
The EasyJet site isn't very helpful. (Strange, that.)
There is some talk of a Dunkirk style rescue for the poor Brits trapped abroad, but I'll believe it when I see it. Anyway, we hope to have our chaps back home by then. Fingers crossed. It'll be all over by Christmas.
Good ol' Mother Nature still knows how to brew up a storm, and as a society or species we never plan for this sort of thing. Collectively it seems we have the survival instincts of the proverbial lemming, which differs from the real one in as much as it doesn't need driving over cliff edges, and is perfectly content to hurl itself into the void.
