Flying Visit

Since moving to Naperville, I have definitely spent more time at the airport than the station, and certainly than waiting for a bus, since there really aren't any. With the horrors of yesterday still fresh, today we were due to go back to O'Hare yet again, this time to collect some English visitors stopping over for a couple of days on their way home from Miami. Why they would choose to spend their vacation on the sunny Florida Keys rather than the freezing snowy wastelands of Illinois is beyond me, but you have to remember they're English.
We were all set to pick them up around 6 p.m., bring them back for a nice dinner in Naperville (don't be silly, of course I'm not cooking, I mean one of our wonderful restaurants) then head back for a day and overnight stay in Chicago tomorrow.
I was almost pleased that today has been grey and pouring with rain. That means tomorrow will be dry and sunny. After checking the weather forecast, I see its also going to be 40 degrees colder tomorrow too, but you can't have everything.
Around 3 p.m., Grumpy called.
"They couldn't get on the flight they wanted, so they'll have to fly in tomorrow morning," he said.
3.10 p.m: "It's ok, they've got one to Denver, where they'll change planes and be in by 8 p.m."
3.12 p.m.: "Er, same arrangement, different times. They'll get to Denver at 8 p.m., so we have to pick them up at 1 a.m."
3.23 p.m: "Their luggage is going on their original flight, so that'll be here at 6 p.m. without them. Probably."