Nothing is ever easy.

I'm in Bradley International Airport. I was going to be flying from here to Philadelphia, and then from Philadelphia to Manchester, arriving at 08.45 GMT tomorrow morning.

I am now not doing this.

Instead, I am flying from here to Washington Dulles, from there to London Heathrow, and then from there to Manchester, arriving at 16.40 tomorrow evening.

FML.

What's even more fun is that the only phones this airport seems to have are the sort that require feeding with coins, rather than the sort that require feeding with plastic. Although I do have some coins left, they're approximately enough to cover three seconds of international conversation so I can't actually let my dad know not to come and pick me up until later.

Fortunately, the airport does have free wireless, so I was able to get online and since fae is awesome, she phoned my parents for me. Unfortunately, they aren't home at the moment and my dad doesn't have his mobile on/with him. She's going to keep on trying though so hopefully he'll learn about my change in schedule by some means other than my not walking off the flight he's expecting me to walk off. Hopefully.