My flight is due to take off in ten days time. Seems ages right?
I live in the UK. There may never be a flight from this island again.
Heathrow will become a mahoosive apartment complex and Gatwick a nature reserve.
Even if the plumes from Eyjafjallajokull settle in the next 24 hours there is still The Backlog (insert dramatic noise - ba ba ba baaaaah) to be dealt with.
Currently my position is ok.
I am not hanging around the airport waiting for a flight.
While I am headed home I am also at home.
There is no urgency for me to get anywhere.
I am not stuck in a country where I cannot understand the language (although ...).
However even if I assume planes are up and running by Monday there seems small chance those of us who managed to book a flight NOT in a week an unprounceable volcano exploded in Iceland will get onto our chosen planes.
As yet I haven't spoken with QANTAS and their homepage doesn't even mention an eruption let alone cancellations and delays. Way to go on handling modern media QANTAS in-house pr/marketing people.
For now I shall just sit quietly and practice knitting those blurry Polly Jean socks and be grateful I am not the friend stranded in Belfast. He has spent his week a) being bombed b) having a solitary birthday and c) his hire car got clamped.