Ever since the day he arrived back in Manchester and his bag stayed 'abroad' Kev has refused to submit his luggage to the conveyor belt. This loss occurred years ago and, when the airline rep was asking about his address and the contents of his shabby valise, he mentioned 'Designer labels'.
'Oh - which ones sir?' she asked
'Well there's Wrangler' replied Kev.
Thank God this was in the days before Primark.
So the anticipation of potential disappointment as he waits at the carousel is too much for him to bear.
Before our recent trip to Paris with Flybe, he was concerned to note that his
Here's our plane - it got us there (and back unfortunately) quite safely.
Early last Thursday morning we flew to Barcelona by jet (I know I know!).
Kev was uncommonly nervous when passing through check in. I was cucumber cool with my perfectly packed back pack.
As usual I pretended not to know him as he harumphed, perspired and made inappropriate observations.
When finished, he was replacing his belt and the customs guy said "The bar's that way sir!"
Is it so obvious?
Labels: Fear of Flying.