‘You’re afraid of flying, Daddy, and this is to help you’ |
I’LL get back to Mrs Davison in the care home in a while – suffice to say that her neighbour Genghis wasn’t happy about her being left there when she has a perfectly good home of her own, while her son who lives in England also had his nose put out of joint.
First I must tell you about my Christmas present.
I’ve never been mad about flying. I don’t mind the hustle and bustle of the airport, and the warm anticipation in the weeks before a trip, but when I get on the actual plane and get buckled in, I begin to get claustrophobic.
Then the whining of the engines starts, and the mannequin grins of the flight attendants heighten my suspicion that something isn’t right; I mean, that noise wasn’t there last time I flew.
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Add to this the brave face I paint upon myself and the result is tension you could cut with a butter knife.
So, when I opened my envelope........