(Dress, ASOS; shoes, Matalan; brooch and belt, absolutely no idea. Will have to add a cardigan too – even three-quarter length sleeves are too chilly for me in the winter!)
So, you know how I’ve spent the last week desperately worrying about my holiday next week being cancelled because of the snow?
I was wrong to worry about that. Turns out I should have been worrying about it being cancelled due to the Spanish air traffic control strike which totally shut down all Spanish airspace yesterday after the staff walked out unexpectedly, giving no indication when they’d be back.
Did I mention our holiday next week is to SPAIN?
At the moment we’ve no idea what’s going to happen. The Spanish government seems to be taking a pretty hard line on it, and have sent the military to take over the airports if the strike continues: at the moment the most we can get from our airline is that flights are likely to be cancelled or delayed and we should check with them before we leave for the airport.
I’m seriously starting to feel like I’m some kind of giant Holiday Curse-bringer. I mean, the run-up to my summer holiday was spoiled by worry about the volcanic ash cloud cancelling the flights, and now this time we have a double-whammy of snow AND strikes. So it would seem that my booking a vacation seems to propel the world into instant chaos: volcanoes erupt, unprecedented levels of snow fall, airports close, workers strike… I should just give up, shouldn’t I? It’s not fair to other travellers.
Anyway, there’s nothing we can do but wait now, and hope that things will be sorted out by the time we fly on Tuesday, and that the worst we will face will be another 17 hour airport stay, not complete cancellation of our holiday. And, of course, to whine a lot about the irony of worrying all week about the snow, only to be faced with the holiday being cancelled anyway, but for reasons completely unrelated to said snow. Meanwhile, I woke up this morning and had to take a few moments to remember what I was worrying about MOST before I went to sleep last night: was it the snow? The valuable Christmas gifts and other items which are currently lost in a pile of Fail at the Non-Sorting Office? The airport strikes? WHAT? I’ll have to write a list. I’ll head it Ways In Which the Universe is Conspiring to Stop Me Taking Holidays. Or maybe just, Screw You, Universe!
Could someone please give me a hug?
In other news, Terry brought my suitcase and summer clothes down from the attic yesterday, before we heard about the airport closures. Kinda reluctant to start packing until I know we actually have a holiday to pack for, though!
(P.S. Sorry about the darkness of these photos, by the way - I bumped up the contrast to try to get the colours as true to life as possible, but the daylight here is almost non-existent right now, which makes it really hard to get a good shot, especially with the self-timer…)