I just couldn’t believe the phonecall at 6am. Another couple who had planned to come on a city break to Krakow with us telephoned with the news that all flights had been grounded due to the ash from an Icelandic volcano polluting the atmosphere.
I was sure they were just winding me up, but it was true.
It was only later when I heard of the experiences of other people that I realised our cancelled break wasn’t really the bad news we had first thought.
It was certainly nothing compared to the experience of a man who was due to fly to America for the funeral of his brother, but had his flight grounded.
How dreadful would that be, not to be able to pay your last respects to a beloved family member?
It doesn’t matter to him now when flights resume; he missed the only one that mattered.
Then there was the woman who had gone to Sweden for life-saving surgery and treatment for a rare form of cancer.
She was left stranded when her flight home was cancelled.
She was due to return last Thursday.
If she is lucky she may get home next Thursday.
Meanwhile, she remains in Sweden on her own.
Suddenly our experience of a cancelled holiday doesn’t mean very much, even to us.