I had been promising to take Mum on a weekend away, involving a plane, for ages. She hasn’t flown since the days when planes were held up by sheer hope and sticky tape (the early 1970s) so we thought it would be good if I showed her the airport ropes so she would be more confident about taking Dad away on a winter sun thing at some point.
Anyway, after many false starts and then a very near abortion at the last minute, we finally set out for Paris very early one Saturday morning…
- Saturday 30th April 2005
- Sunday 1st May 2005
- Monday 2nd May 2005 (coming soon)
– written up August 2005
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