At Heathrow, 141 flights were cancelled as air traffic controllers grounded aircraft in the worst of the downpours.
I noticed this during those heavy, unseasonal fogs we had just before Christmas too: largely because some of my family were trying to gad about in aeroplanes and nearly missed festivities in the UK because of the weather. Who says that the climate can’t self-regulate? Mind you, it might still be better for us all to start behaving responsibly now, rather than waiting for Mother Nature to really bring the hammer down. She doesn’t seem to care particularly about innocence and guilt either, or it’d be the first rather than the third world that has suffered until now.
This will all get worse, I hope everyone now realises. Hopefully we’ll find out that Heathrow, Gatwick, Stanstead and Luton are all actually on flood plains, and in five years they will all have to be rendered unto nature anyway. I dare say there’ll be pressure to build new airports elsewhere then, though. You can’t beat the road or air lobbies, unless every last man Jack member of them is under ten feet of water of course. Try whining at a Today programme reporter through your snorkels, you cunts.