Homeward bound

God, I hate flying. I try and be cool about it but there's nothing cool about two days pre-flight of cacking myself and having to neck a bottle of wine at the airport at 6am :/

I do enjoy the views and I'm much better than I used to be, but I just can't shake the feeling. Yesska has spent the last two days veering me away from any shops selling newspapers so I wouldn't see the engine fire on the BA flight in Vegas! She only told me about that after we'd landed!

Just the 7 more flights booked in the next year then *yikes*

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