Stranded in London

The mass cursing of British Airways may be having some effect, but my puny whining is negligible. Plus, you can’t reach anyone at BA in any event. With bags still missing, I don’t have to take any time in deciding what to wear. BA is telling everyone to NOT come to Heathrow to rebook or find bags, as pitchforks and tar are so out of fashion. So today, Monday, I intend to enjoy London. Although most of yesterday was spent dealing with figuring out where I might be today and tomorrow, Budapest and beyond is no longer an option.