When we discovered there was no minibus waiting, the big problem was that silly Daddy couldn’t remember the name of the taxi company - all the details were on his lost iPhone. Eventually he remembered and we phoned for another taxi.
Baba had said “Why don’t we just take one of the airport taxis instead?" But Daddy had negotiated a special cheap deal and didn’t want to be ‘ripped off’.
Baba said quietly to me “It was such a cheap deal that it wasn’t worth them turning up!” Fortunately Daddy didn’t hear.
Half-hour later our taxi arrived, along with hypothermia!