We're off to Crete this afternoon. (That makes it sound like a Sunday afternoon run in the car to the local DIY store!)
Now I know you're all accustomed travellers and think nothing of hopping on and off planes but, for a day or so before we fly, my mind is kept occupied listing a number of facts:
thousands of planes fly everyday;
everyone - but everyone - uses planes as naturally as I use my toothbrush;
statistically planes are very safe;
there are planes flying to ** insert place name, from all over the world everyday;
it's going to be ALL RIGHT.
Once I'm on the plane I'm not too bad. I don't listen for strange noises all the time. And I watch the stewards: if they look happy, I'm happy.
And I'm probably the only person in the world who looks forward to aeroplane food. It relieves the monotony and it's fun, unwrapping all those little packages. I get my thrills where I can.