Departures, not departing

This is how I spent Christmas. 36 hours on the floor of Heathrow Terminal 3, as there was a light dusting of snow on the runway. (I actually have more snow in my freezer).

Also, I spent a wonderful 10 hours in a queue to reschedule my flights to Chile.

If you want, I can give you a guided tour; I know where every plug is to charge your phone and the warmest and quietest places to have a sleep under some foil.

I gave up after 36 hours and went home to a thoroughly miserable Christmas for one.