Don't you hate holidays. At least the booking of them. I'd arranged for ten of us to travel to Lake Garda for a wedding this month. After the wedding we were all going to split up and go our separate ways. (FE and his wife are going on to Rome as we've never been there). All parties were asked to book their own travel arrangements after the Lake Garda stay. Simple.
One party forgot.
FE has spent the last hour trying to extend their stay till the party's flight date. God knows what my phone bill will be after an hour on the phone, ringing Italian hotels. The upside is that my Italian is a tad better than it was an hour ago.