Eventually, 57 people had agreed to go through the awfulness of being flown 300 miles from their destination airport and luggage and the requirement of a coach back home. I suggested that now their were fewer passengers, fewer air-waitresses were needed so two of them should volunteer. But the vapid 'rules and regulations' mantra was thrown at us. How come they were regarded as sacrosanct and it was only a proportion of the plane passengers who had to make this sacrifice?
All in all, it was a terrible time, stuck in a closed airport, having to re-board a plane and sit in arbitrarily chosen places (allocated by the most stupid air-waitresses I've ever come across) as rows of seats nearest the malfunctioning (properly functioning?) door were taped off.
We eventually took off at 4.50 am on a scheduled 1.10 am flight.
It was delightful, as I'm sure you can all imagine.