I've unexpectedly found time to update the blog thanks to another Calder family holiday twist of fate. Now I'm not going to moan as I've had some great holidays, but I don't recall holidaying being so tough when I was a kid. After last year getting stranded in Teneriffe with the ash cloud and then a week later being booted out of Luton airport when they cancelled our flight to Prague last minute at 10.30pm; having previously had a weekend in Edinburgh spoilt by a text from British Airways telling us our flight home was cancellend; and previous to that our once in a lifetime trip to Lapland involved spending 4 hours on the end of the runway at Gatwick, during which time they had to remove all passengers on a day trip as it was not worth them going (fortunately we were on a 3 day trip)... This year we deliberately chose not to fly anywhere, it's just not fun anymore, and we seem to attract bad luck.
