Firstly, grand
apologies for my hiatus. The travels had ceased over summer and therefore there
have been minimal ‘travels with Mother’. However, I feel you’d all like to hear
about the small mishap on the plane recently.
A quick trip back to
the UK (of which Mother tried to stall for as long as she could) and an
adventure was inevitable. Outbound we were flown by a lovely female pilot, whom
Mother rested all faith in; “Ahh, excellent. You see, we need more women
pilots. They don’t mess around. They get straight on with it. Up and go is
their philosophy isn’t it? Oh, I am pleased.”
So the journey was
blissful. Naturally, silent gratitude was insufficient. Upon disembarking, I
noticed Mother skilfully slide ahead of the queue (leaving me with the
challenge of over-head lockers and grumpy travellers). Several moments later, I noticed the line of
passengers had stopped moving. We were all stuck in the awkward hovering stage
of mid-leg-stretch / coat-adjusting / baggage-retrieving. Suddenly, roaring
laughter drifted through the cabin from the front of the plane. It seems Mother
has approached the pilot and the cabin crew to engage in a highly ‘pro-feminism’
conversation. Disgruntled male passengers were huffing and I was mortified.