Baby's first...flight
It’s been a busy week of it over Easter, and only now, on Wednesday afternoon, have we truly got the place to ourselves again. It’s also been a weekend of firsts, again, culminating in baby’s first flight.
Well, when I say flight, he’s been on a plane. It never moved an inch though!
First off, on Thursday the Bowes heading up to meet the son and heir, with their son and heir in tow. It was an experience, having an insight into what our little angel will become in around 18 months time – what a cutey. It was a pleasure too, seeing Mr B as a real dad, not like this pretend thingy I am just now, just pushing a pushchair around doesn’t qualify. Interacting, playing, hanging the kids upside down – now that’s parenting.
Sunday was a trip South, or North depending on perspective, to meet the Leathams for the first time. An attempt at meeting half way didn’t quite add up, not even for the mathematician and two statisticians amongst us. Still, I had a longer trip to worry about, the guilt trip I was sent on for not providing my chef duties last August (sorry, wife in hospital and all that…)
Easter Monday. What did daddy do? What any self-respecting dad does on Easter Monday and cuts the grass. Only psychopaths leave the house on Easter Monday, getting caught in the traffic.
Fly on THIS?Tuesday, and the arrival of Grandma and Grandad for the night. With Concorde G-BOAA being homed at East Fortune in East Lothian we decided to take the drive out and pay a visit. Boarding cards in hand one of the museum staff kept us chatting with tales of her coming back to work three weeks earlier and looking forward to her one-year-old’s upcoming birthday party, which has ballooned from a small family affair to full-on staged event complete with bouncy castle. With only a few short months to go I aint looking forward to it. More Stella, Vicar? Moments later we climbed the steps and onto the worst museum exhibit ever. Why worst? Because it should be at 60,000 feet mid-Atlantic, not a museum piece, that’s why.
So, while not actually taking off, Junior’s had his first shot on a real aircraft which he seemed to enjoy. Shame we’ve decided he’s more of a pirate than an astronaut, so will be sea-based. Can’t get everything right, eh?
Picture used in this post:
Close-up of a section of the front landing gear of Concorde, showing cables clearly not meant to be plugged in (or so you'd hope)
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