And eventually they did the deed. Need a hotel, sir? Owing to unprecedented demand good luck finding you own sir. Need to rebook a flight, sir? How's Sunday sound? Do you like Luton? We hear it's lovely, sir. A clear statement of your rights to rebook with another airline? Talk to our staff, sir. We don't have any, but our call centre will be open at 8am tomorrow.
Gave up and found a hotel and rebooked on another airline on an epic trek via Spain since there are precisely zero seats on anything tomorrow. Why might that be, possibly because the hotel receptionist looked up at me and uttered 'Gatwick flight?' Seems they've cancelled the same flight (and many others) every night this week.
What really fucks me off is that I could have just stayed where I was (and would have been enjoying a bbq with the boss tonight) rather than traipsing to the airport for no good reason whatsover. I'd raise this to a rant, but I realise it's ultimately a #firstworldproblem.
Though to make it serious, I've spent so long fucking about, that I'm doomed to a room service meal at half midnight.