First I was caught up in the Icelandic ash cloud thing – yesterday was another case of ‘The Jinx of a snee Flying’.

So, I was due at Glasgow (Prestwick) airport yesterday to carry out load testing. As the boss was flying from Stansted too (slightly earlier than me), I picked him up – this meant my day started just after 3am.

Now the amount of equipment to be tested was enough to warrant a possible night out and second day to finish off, but with 12 hours once I landed, I figured I’d get it done in a day and be back home for about midnight.

Best laid plans and all that eh?

The weather was kinda overcast and cool so I worked hard and got the lot done (only failed 3 items too – would have been 4, but I fixed one jack onsite 🙂 ), got a lift back to the airport (Ryanair hangar is about 20 minutes across the airfield – which is 900 acres), handed my security pass in, and wandered into the departure terminal…to find that ALL flights had been cancelled.

Of course, my first thought was “That bloody volcano!”, but it was apparently due to the French air traffic control striking (how that affects me flying down the west coast of England and across just under Birmingham I dunno). At least us in the terminal had it better than this lot stuck on the taxiway…

And so, landed this morning, drove back from Stansted (had to pay an extra £9.50 for the car park) and came straight into work 🙂 what a guy huh?

And the fact it’s payday has nothing everything to do with it! 😀