I did think, rather uncharitably, that she was ringing to somehow get out of the sure-to-be disastrous four day trip. The moment I heard her plummy vowel sounds I had visions of out-of-action-Exotic-Au-Pairs or Stephen with his leg in plaster and incapable of looking after himself. But she proved me wrong. As she always seems to.
She was also concerned "a smidgeon" that the captain won't be actually qualified to fly the plane. "I'm not saying that they use inexperienced flight crew but I can't imagine them having somebody called Captain Rodger Fortescue - more like Captain Derek Smith" she said haughtily. Rodger Fortescue was the captain who flew her back from Mauritius, "such a steady hand". I assured her that all of the flight crew were qualified and experienced in flying. And hoped for the best. She was silent but I could feel the "you just wait and see, you know I'm right" vibes over the telephone line. "Listen to yourself!" I said, unable to hold back my sniggers any more "Next thing, you'll be wanting to sit near the wing so you can keep an eye on it for the captain!"
Shouldn't have said that. She thought that was a good idea.
7 comments:
What a funny post. Bea wouldn't happen to be related to a certain Hyacinth Bucket (It's Bookay dear)?
Madrid is the best city in the world!
BTW: We've finally posted our list... Thanks NHMoO!
Hi Gwen - she does have a "white slimline telephone"!
Thank you Rob! will read now.....
Oh, nmoo, I do so hope the flight goes well otherwise the whole four days will be spent in a spiral of worry over the return journey.....!
Oh goody, Bea sounds just the sort you want to take on holiday - just to be certain you don't get too relaxed.
Just tell her they draw lots to see which of the passengers does a quick pilot course before the flight takes off.
Debio - already am!
Lady M - I'm taking Kalms with me!!
OM - oooh, do you think I should?!?!
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