On pre-trip jitters.
I always get a little freaked out before any plane trip that, while making all my preps, I am actually whittling away my final earthly moments.
I comfort myself in knowing that these feelings always come up.
And I haven’t died yet.
But, when I find myself texting my kids a last minute pre-boarding photo of mummy blowing them a kiss, the vain side of me cannot help but hope like hell that this is not the last ever photo taken of me.