Yesterday I was meant to go and visit my sister in Basel for the weekend, but due to snow and our inability to cope with it, my flight was cancelled. I made another flight for the next day and extended the stay until Monday, went to the airport, after after 5 hours of delays, wandering around terminal 5, looking at expensive things, reading a trashy magazine, eating overly priced quavers, my flight was cancelled again. Boo. I was so tired and dehydrated, that I just wanted to go home. I've cancelled the ticket completely and will go next year.