Up, up and away

You’d think that after so many years of jetting around the world I would be OK about flying by now. In fact you might even think that I’d be starting to enjoy it. Nope. It’s still four days till I get back on a plane and I’m starting to be filled with full on existential dread about the whole process. This is not being helped by my mind latching onto every article that’s currently out about un-fun plane situations from tailfins falling off to hail storms. I was always very jealous of BA Baracus in the A-Team because the rest of the team would always sedate him to get him on the plane in the first place – seems like an idea to me!