How Luton Deals with Snow

Excerpt from an email sent home on 18 December 2009.
Nary a shovel, nor salt, nor sand, nor broom was used at Luton today for why bother, it will melt.

Travelers pushing strollers, wheel chairs or hobbling on crutches slopped through the mess.

Cars were abandoned on roads not touched as passengers trudged on with suitcases through the slush.

Bedlam reigned in the terminal as above our heads the green lights flickered to red as cancellations claimed our holiday cheer. For how does Easy Jet respond?

Why, to shutter their desk and show us all home.

Shooed us to the Internet for there we must go.

But with Blackberries and iPhones in hand we need not go home for we crashed their servers right there and then.

With dour faces we trudged back to our cars through four inches of snow.

Our spirits crushed for there would be no toasting Christmas with Eva in Soest.

No hairdresser for me, no Gluhwein for Steve, no presents would we buy, and none would we give, for Easy Jet could not fly.

I sit here glum, for my holiday is none.

back to “My First Year in England”
“Say What?”
“Christmas Goose”