Well the announcement finally came and it turned out that the minor problem was potentially a major one so the flight in that plane was cancelled. After a great deal of tooing and ground it was decided that a new plane would be made available and we would be on our way by something like 3.30pm (we would see). So after eventually disembarking we made our way to the BA customer services desk where we were to be given a meal voucher. now you would think that customer services would have been made aware of the number of passengers on the plane and therefore by default the number of tickets required given that we were each to receive one? How wrong you would be, we got to within about 12 people of the desk when they ran out of vouchers, about 20 minutes later the cavalry arrived with a handful of vouchers, rather than dollars ( spot the film reference). So we were now in receipt of our vouchers and on the prowl for somewhere to spend them having been informed that the £10 vouchers could only be spent on food and drink, no change would be given and they could not be used in the duty free shops! Anyway we spied a Wetherspoons and we joined the long, long, long queue to be served. Eventually we were served and our meals arrived now I use the term meals loosely as Anne had spaghetti bolognese and I had a panini, we also managed a blueberry muffin, two bags of nuts and a couple of bottles of water all for the princely sum of about £19.00. To say we enjoyed our 'meal' would be something of an exaggeration but it filled a gap.

Now I have to tell you about the lad on the flight who is I can only presume making something of a fashion statement. I have to say he is coloured with tight curly hair ( stereotypical I know but true) anyway he has a comb stuck in the front of his hair which protrudes over his right eye. Now I'm assuming he knows it's there and hasn't just been in the process of combing his hair and got distracted or of course given the tightness of his curls it may have got stuck, who knows?

By now the time had managed to drag itself to around the 3.00pm and we were informed that boarding was about to commence. So to start with they informed everyone that all but 'cattle' class could board, now that means 1st, Business etc, basically anyone with priority boarding. A little while later the call went out for the rest of us to board so people split into two groups as there was two entrances available albeit that one was marked for priority boarding, but of course they had already been called and gone, wrong! It appeared that a large number of people who met the priority boarding criteria hadn't boarded when originally requested they'd waited until 'cattle class' was called clearly with the intention of causing chaos, an objective they succeeded in achieving remarkably well. As you can imagine by now I was simmering nicely but I managed to control myself mainly due to Anne soothing the breast of the savage beast, so as to speak. Remarkably in not too long a time we were all boarded And after a few cheery words from our Captain the epic journey was to commence, well it did but not for another 45 minutes. To be fair it must have taken 20 minutes to taxi to the runway, Heathrow airport is huge, not just big but I mean huge in the hugest sense of the word. I think we were airborne about 4.15 pm about 5 hours later than scheduled meaning that our arrival time at Boston will be around 6.30pm.