Like, for instance, having a son who, yes, I know I've told you a million times, is a pilot. Now, our darling little airport only has one commercial airline using it, and yay, No 1 son now flies for that particular lot. Mostly, he lands, turfs off the pax, loads the next lot on and takes off without getting out of his seat. But every now and then, he brings the last plane of the day in and flies it out again the next morning, necessitating an overnight stop.
So whoop, whoop, I'm all a'flurry with the prospect of picking him up and going out to dinner. This is a truly special treat as his birthday is in 3 days time and it's been a while since we've celebrated together.
A series of messages have just floated in from him and I'm howling with laughter. I spent years telling the boys that my role in their lives was to give them something to whinge about in later years. Lots and lots of embarrassing moments they will never, never, inflict on their own progeny. (oh yes, they will. Where's the fun in raising kids if we can't have a laugh at their expense every now and then?)
But this communication takes the cake!
No 1: Last landing at 18h55. If you want to see me looking handsome in uniform.
Me: Hell, yes, before you morph into a pumpkin!
No 1: Flying with the chief today though so will probably say hello but nothing too dramatic.
Me: OK, noted.
No 1: Then I'll see you at the lodge afterwards. I'll probably get the rental car.
Me: OK
So there you have it, gentle reader. My son feels the need to warn off his mother - absolutely, definitely NO public displays of affection in front of his Chief Pilot. In fact, maybe best to adore from afar.
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