Norfolk Dumpling, why are you blogging so late in the evening? Are you so excited by the charms of Cardiff that you feel compelled to share them with us?
Fat chance. We're still in Schiphol, a "mere" 2 hours after our flight was due to depart, and no sign of us departing for another hour and 20 minutes. Apparently, there was a security alert that closed Cardiff airport for a couple of hours. Hmm, funny that. We've checked the Cardiff airport Web site and local BBC news and nothing's been reported. Now, maybe they've just got a little blase about security incidents recently, but I still think it would appear somewhere. (Admittedly, I can't face checking CNN, but they're probably still running serious news stories about the Suri Cruise pics in Vanity Fair.) So, it looks to me like BMI Baby -- that's BMI Baby you should avoid in future -- is telling porky pies to cover up their own incompetence and lack of aircraft. After all, who'd complain about people just trying to keep us safe?
Um, me, actually -- Schiphol is bloody depressing at midnight. I've got some great photos of deserted corridors that I'd love to share with you, only someone forgot to pack the camera cables -- and of course all the shops are shut now. It just keeps getting better and better! But at least we got a refreshment voucher; shame they couldn't warm up my "warme" chocolademelk for me. The good news is that we have a fab driver from our hotel who's provided us with more information about what's going on than any member of staff in this godforsaken hole. Davy will be getting a big tip tonight (if we actually get to meet him).
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