Today we are going to Southport air show. I'm not really a fan of plane displays - the pacifist environmentalist in me means they don't hold much appeal, but it is unusual to have a Saturday free for a family day and will be good to create memories. Watching planes evokes the same anxiety in me as watching ice skaters . I feel on edge , worried that it will go wrong . There's a possibility of trying catch up with someone I rarely see, but I will be reluctant to leave the kids in a different place to go and see them.
And then tonight is our promises auction, and I'm worried about that too. Will enough people come, will it work out, will anyone get offended if there is little bidding for what they offer.
Fear has done some winning out this week. Here's hoping I decide not to worry and enjoy everything instead. I must have slept funny, all the cogitating I was doing, and my neck is not right, which will good-looking up at planes tricky.
It took over 4 hours to get there, compared to the 40 mins coming back as we left early to avoid the rush. I now feel incredibly tired.
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