Air travel doesn’t scare me. I am rather used to it. But I always feel a little trepidation while take off and landing. After that I am as comfortable as a cat in a cradle. Mr. Pink is totally fearless. All he worries about when taking a flight is leg-room. Ah! The worries of tall people – I will never realise. So when we took off from Spain to come back home I finally dared to let out my breath when I felt the plane had stopped climbing.
The captain turned down the lights.
This is what I heard whispered into my ears,
I think we are running out of battery.
Get your charger out!
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