My friend Richard is helping me to overcome my fear of flying. In order to prove that flying is not something to be scared of, he somewhat laboured the point by jumping out of a plane from 10 000ft on Saturday. Why would a sane person exit a perfectly good, working aeroplane before it had taxied to a complete stop and the seat belt signs were switched off? I conclude that he must be more barmy than his client ..... please make a donation to show your approval for this new level of madness.
I bought my self-inflating mattress today. I think it is very likely that my flight back will involve me using a wheelchair to get out of the plane.
Also bought a bum-bag. Colour coordinated to match the khaki shorts I stole from Number One Son! Apparently I need to carry all my worldly good with me at all times. I guess I'm taking nothing then!
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