Bug.

Delayed for four hours. The incoming plane had to be replaced. Because a baggage handler drove into its wing. They're not big enough to see, are they, planes?

So, we arrived home at 5:30 am. I've had half an hours sleep, since Saturday morning. I feel like I could drive into an aeroplane wing and not see it.

This chap frightened every one in the airport cafe. Then. Someone stood on him. On purpose. He was a great model before that.