Indeed. I spent 9 hours there yesterday and then went home after not one, but two flights I had a seat on were cancelled.
I was offered a flight out of London City at 8am today, but a hotel at Heathrow. I politely declined, gave up headed back around the M25.
Having had this in the back of my mind since the first flight was cancelled, I hadn’t touched a drop of the sauce. It just looked at me, taunting me as I helped myself to another Diet Coke.
Good luck getting where you’re going to.