One step forward, three steps back

I've been pretty lucky with flights generally. Until today.

I should be writing this from Amman and you should be looking at a Jordanian entry stamp in my passport. However, I am instead, sitting in my third lounge (it could be worse!), in the third airport, in the third country (of the day) and I'm about to get on my third flight.

Fog is the air-traveller's equivalent to the dreaded 'leaves on the line'. Heathrow of course ground to a halt as incoming flights were delayed and so we finally pushed back two and a quarter hours late.

So, Guten Tag from Frankfurt. No free internet here. :-(