We didn't mean to visit England first -- well, not more than to sit in the transit lounge for a couple of hours while waiting for their Madrid flight, anyway. But circumstances dictated that the Qantas flight from Sydney was not allowed in to Heathrow because of fog, that perennial pommy problem (the Captain of the flight from Oz had me in stitches about this) ...
It sounded grand, but looked a little ... unusual ... And mention only is made here of the totally inedible food, costing prices that corporations the size of British Airways alone could afford ...

After which, sleep was not easily to be had -- but even a bit of shut-eye was better than none.
So it was diverted to Manchester, and we were given tickets there for a shuttle flight down to Heathrow; because whilst the jumbo wasn't equipped to do a hands-free landing, the smaller 757 was. Exciting, after a fashion ...
Waiting for a flight at Heathrow is not for the feeble. And while we sat there that night, the electronic departures board kept dropping flights off (the fog had not abated a lot during the day) with peremptory rattling. But the Madrid flight did eventually take off !
And yes, we had missed our connection to Madrid. To BA's discredit, CS had to do a whole lot of talking to get us a day hotel room within the airport perimeter; the BA staff were unforthcoming with offers.
CS was hungry, I might have been if I hadn't smelled the food being served. He gave it a go, did his best, but couldn't actually deal with it. To our alarm, we saw across the aisle two Madrid businessmen getting stuck into their meals with enthusiasm, not to say gusto...
But CS eventually extracted from them the necessary paperwork to cover a tariff (absoutely mind-boggling) and some food (even more so), and the two of us hopped an airport bus for the on-site Hotel Excelsior.
Our eyes met in mutual panic; what must food in Madrid be like ...? In time, we found we should have researched this more.