Safe Landings!

Lots of travelling planned over the next few months. Many exciting adventures to Lands near and far. One we have never been to before, one we used to call home and one we will soon call home. Fun times ahead. As much as I love to go on holiday and discover new places or see old friends and family I hate flying just as much. Actually, it is not so much the flying part I hate - it’s the landing. No-one understands how I can hate landing so much when that’s the scary part over because you are back on the ground. I beg to differ. On my hands and knees I declare YOU are not correct! Yes, you! So many things can go wrong just as you are about to land or even after you touch down. If you care to read on I’ll name a few for you. The wheels might not come down and the plane will have to belly flop onto the runway and slide to a stop. The pilot could bring the plane down awkwardly and flip over. The pilot could think he is the Schumacher of the runway, the brakes could fail and we could crash. The final one and I’ve seen this on a movie so I know it could happen - a bus containing an explosive device could crash into the plane just when we come to a stop and we will all die in the detonation!

You think I jest? I think about these things, in fact, I dream about these things. I know some of you reading this are married to, related to and friends with Pilots. Prove me wrong! I want proof of The Myth Busters’ kind.

Thank-you!

It has been a very, very hectic 2 weeks. Festival time in Edinburgh invariably brings people to town. We've had cousins and old friends visiting. It's been a blast. We enjoy playing Tour guide. Over the last few years we have built up quite an extensive list of spots we like to go to. We want to give our visitors a locals insight into Edinburgh. An added bonus to this - U2 kindly decided to have a concert in Glasgow for our guests to enjoy and then, of course, there was the World Pipe Band championships. Do we know how to organise festivities or what?

All in all the last 2 weeks have been a eventful, exhausting but satisfyingly successful.

Tired and uninspired.

STOP! Life is moving along so fast. I wish it would slow down. So much to do every day and just not enough hours to get it done. I think I may have wished for this before but dargnamit I'll wish for it again - would someone please invent a remote control that I can use to pause my life?
In the words of Ferris Beuller: 'Life moves pretty fast.If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.'
I don't want to miss a thing.

Chook-a-chook-train to Cuckoo Land

Oh my giddy aunt. I think I may be on the train journey from whatever land where packet scrunching, crisp crunching and lets-have-a-million-kids-under-6-and-take-them-on-a-5-hour-train-trip-to-London type folk inhabit.
I'm grumpy. Oh yes I am.

Maybe I should get them to play the lying down game. Or better yet the lie down and go to sleep for the sake of my sanity game. I'm sure everyone has been on the car trip with their parents and asked them endlessly 'When we going to get there?'
My Dad's classic response was always 'It is just over the next hill.' He thought I never noticed the road was flat and there was nary a hill in sight. With these kids it's - how many stations to go? what are they called?
The one cheeky monkey even stopped the conductor to ask if the aircon was on and if he could turn it up because he was hot. Then he asked him - 'how many stations to go?' 'what they were called?'
Fool conductor said one more station name than Dad had. Dad is obviously not to be trusted so let's ask the man sitting next to me.

Stop the Train! Let me get off!