So the trains are running again. And there's a chance to go to London. You just have to take it really. So Wednesday is the day. Only five days after we were supposed to travel. And precisely one day after I had psyched myself up to staying in Paris. But the children ought to see their grandparents. But I am sad since this is the first Christmas for a while that I won't be having it with my dad. I cry from time to time. Actually the strangest things set me off. But this, I guess, is normal. Having a blocked nose doesn't help.
Not sure if my current state is really travel worthy. But you just have to try.