and then we flew back. The approach to Gatwick... a loooong nightmare. I wasn't expecting anything different considering the first flight had gone without a hiccup, and lately, a perfect flight is nothing short of a miracle.
Funnily enough, pilots have finally confirmed something is amiss and that turbulences are a lot more frequent and violent than they used to be, and blame global warming—or whatever this mess is called this week —As with so many other fuck ups lately, I saw this one coming.
PS: No, I did not cry. Yes, Little Pea did, like a baby. I have to take her out (flying) more often, Global Warming permitting
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