OK, so when I left Geneva this morning, no-one told me that my connecting flight in Paris was cancelled, even though it had already been cancelled an hour before I checked in.
I arrive at CDG and walk to my gate, completely ignorant to the fact that I ain't going nowhere.....
I'm not surprised really, the first flight didn't so much land as was blown out of the sky and chanced upon a runway. Many green-coloured passengers disembarking. Anyway, all of the flights to Amsterdam are cancelled and I'm sat on a waitlist for a flight sometime in the next couple of hours.
I did try the 'do you know who I am?' line and they told me that yes, they do indeed know who I am, and that is why I'm number 4 on the waitlist, not number 24. Sometimes even celebrity doesn't help that much.
Let's hope that this storm blows over and they start to fly planes again.
Why I'm travelling from Geneva to Amsterdam via Paris is a question in itself. One that is best directed at my glamourous assistant, who tends to go for price over convenience....I'll kill her.
Meanwhile, I'm in the fancy lounge and knuckling down to some serious work, as you can tell.
Ho hum. Wish me luck.