Isabelle is asleep before take off, tiredness kindly sponsored by the Fisher Price centre at Gatwick and Iz getting uber excited as she got ever closer to her plane, at various speeds of slow to very slow thanks to the travelator, more like travel…muchlater.
Due to us not knowing how Iz was going to react on her maiden flight we bought her a snack box of goodies – not laced with a sleeping pill filled hamburger like BA (that’s as in The A-Team and not British Airways of course) I hasten to add.
Suffice it to say we needn’t have worried at all, but we did anyway. I’m not a great flyer and to paraphrase Roy Scheider in Jaws it’s not so much a fear of flying it’s more a fear of crashing.
Hilariously we bought magazines to flick through on the flight but there was hardly room to breath if I’m honest and Sarah’s knees were close to being folded behind her ears.
And so the pips went off in the cabin and the zeds continued as Isabelle stayed firmly asleep for her take off. Racing up the runway we felt every bump as if we were on the Arkansas Chuggabug from The Wacky Races, minus the bear sat on the back. Sat near the wing though I couldn’t help but think of the Gremlin from The Twilight Zone episode, Nightmare at 50,000 ft – which was also part of the feature film.
Still, nothing beats Sarah and I leaving New York when we saw we were sharing the flight with a group of high school students a la Final Destination. Thankfully none of them got off in a panic.