Mick W has been on holiday this last week in Sharm, "not diving" as he put it. The last 24 hours have seen an endless stream of SMS messages to and from the Chateau, as he tried to find out what was happening with flights into Gatwick. Especially his. This was complicated by the fact that Gatwick's 'arrivals and departures' server had crashed under the strain. This evening, he was sitting in the airport there, wondering if he'd get home. Final message, from the long white-haired portly Mr W, and I just hope he was wearing a red jerkin. "Stroking my long white heard, I told the boss of check-in that if I did not get to England, lots of kids would be unhappy this Christmas. Got bumped to an earlier flight." Way to go. Ukrm ingenuity triumphs again.