Coming back to this may not be much fun after sunny, springlike London..
But it's a lot better than it was before.
Hubby and I, like the Royal Family, flew back separately, a few days apart. He took Air Canada to Toronto, which means a long drive but no changing planes and had no problems whatsoever. I took my chance with my friends at United Airlines. I got as far as Newark, (New Jersey, not Notts) only to discover that all flights to Buffalo were cancelled for the day. My friends at United apparently do not help with hotel accommodation if the weather is the problem. (It was raining and a bit foggy but I was puzzled as to why other airlines were landing in Buffalo quite happily - perhaps they have bigger planes.) But I met a most delightful airport volunteer who spent ages on the phone trying to get me a not too expensive hotel so I could spend the night in Newark and fly off the next morning. This turned out to be a Wyndham Garden, a new one on me, where everyone was very pleasant, though I kept getting locked out of my room as the key wouldn't work. But don't let anyone tell you people in Newark are unfriendly. No Flying Turkeys on them. Having now accumulated many hours being delayed there over the years, I can tell you there are worse places.
Finally boarding the little prop plane, or puddle-jumper, as the Americans call it, yesterday morning, I was surprised to see the pilot come out of his cockpit before take off, introduce himself to the passengers and chat to us in a friendly way, thanking us all for flying with him. Perhaps, in view of recent events, he wanted to reassure us. And in view of recent events I'm not going to complain about my own minor travel hiccups. It's all relative and things could have been a lot, lot worse.