Nothing ever goes to plan

So, after all the whining about being busy my dinner with the big boss never happened as his plane was trapped in Stockholm by a big snow storm and then when they were finally going to leave an hour late, one of the air hostesses was taken ill. I think he was just leaving at about 7.30pm so he'd have gotten into Manchester airport about 9pm and then to the hotel 9.30. So we called it off. I did manage to have a good trip round the Christmas markets though, met the guy my dad works for (he does kind of paid volenteer work at a craft studio for people with mental health problems) and bought my boss' leaving present. Cute baby socks and things.

Oh, and this made me laugh