Today, I went flying over England and the Welsh border. Zaza's brother Jon is a pilot and even though the day was hazy, flying 2700 feet over England is pretty dreamy. So I'm basically just like Muffin but at 3700 feet instead 37,000 feet.
I don't think I could ever ever be a pilot-- my eyes aren't good enough, and we won't even get into my sad sad coordination level. It was fun to listen into the radio, even though the only thing I took away from my listening was "Golf India Golf. India Golf."