No, I certainly didn't

My flight from Liverpool would have gotten me to Oslo twelve hours later than, at an airport two hours distant from, my mom. Our plan was for her to take a train to the guesthouse and wait for me. My decision to fly in a day early - from Manchester to Athens - was spectacularly vindicated just now. Waiting for her at the airport, I overheard a man in a wheelchair advise another passenger: "'Better run for that train. They go on strike today at 9:30. You didn't know?"