It’s a well-known fact that landing in Wellington can be guaranteed entertainment.
Ours was a bit like the one at 2.17 in the vid but we did land and yes, the passengers clapped. And yes, I did swear as usual but was not able to cling to the arm of a handsome man beside me as I used to do. At least now I don’t sob every time I get on a plane as I did after Mum died. (Multiple but often stunningly beautiful flights south).
I’m getting better.
Now I just imagine that I am a stick floating down a stream. It’s always the same stream – one from my early childhood days in the Caversham Bush. Just a little stick that is tossed and tumbled along but gets there in the end.