I'm leaving on a jet plane......

I'm leaving on a jet plane..
But I know when I'll be back again!

Sorry I was getting carried away singing there.

I'll make this a quickie as I'm a bit tired. It was a long day with an earlier start this morning for an earlier flight. The winter timetable is slightly altered.

It started raining when mom and I got back from Glasgow yesterday and rained all night but mercifully stopped when we left the house for me to get my 9:15 train this morning. Mom waved me off as I disappeared through the gates feeling quite cheerful for a change. I knew I would be back in less than three weeks for a week in Ayr followed by a week in Edinburgh.

Anyway, today's journey back to Brum was very uneventful! I didn't show myself up throwing my underwear at anyone. I didn't fall over or throw milk all over the place. I didn't even shout at those two brats on the plane banging on the toilet door disturbing the couple attempting to join the Mile High Club.

The last bit is wistful thinking. There were two kids being a pain at the front of the plane but it was only their unfortunate mother in the cubicle.

What was really different this time was that my plane was not a rattling old propellor job but was some sort of jet! My ears whistled more but the fabulous view out of the window of reflected clouds on the shining wing really made my day along with thoughts of my return to the right country again.

Go large!

I don't know why Flybe have started giving sweets when you get off the plane. I needed them an hour and a quarter earlier!

Track? Sorry. It's my old Nazareth flying favourite - This Flight Tonight