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I’m not a blogger. It turns out I’m a delayed novelist with a lack of flair for description. Here goes the London weekend…

The London weekend was a wonderful experience. I started nice and early in the morning on Thursday by getting to the station entirely too early. I wasn’t sure when the busses would start running. I’ve said it before, but the trains here are amazing, especially on the long distance rides. I had power for my computer, you-nets, and leg room for the whole trip.

I woke up Friday morning to the sound of my phone beeping and Dad's frantic voice. Dad was trying to tell me that my flight had been cancelled and we needed to reschedule asap. I will admit that I initially thought he was joking. Then I checked my phone. Christine had sent me a message asking if I’d heard our flight was cancelled. I had three missed calls and three new messages all from Mom and Dad. Unbelievable, my flight was cancelled. Dad and I rescheduled for the 5:05 p.m. (as opposed to the original 7:55) flight. Turns out that my original flight was supposed to fly out of London to Chicago then complete the trip with me on it. However, London had just received a snowstorm worse than had happened in 18 years and the plane was unable to take off.