So our flight to London didn’t go quite as well as I’d hoped but I’m humble enough to know when to say sorry*.
Firstly, I don’t want my marathon 10 hour crying session to be misconstrued as something more sinister than the simple fact that I like to cry. I genuinely do. It was the first thing I learnt to do when I was born so naturally I have a fond attachment. Did I need to raise those cries to bloodcurdling screams that made my grown mum weep? Probably not, but oh well.
Oops, I’m supposed to be apologising… OK, so I suppose I should say I’m sorry I almost didn’t grace you all with my presence on the flight from Perth to Dubai. It shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that mum and Aunty J were hopeless at multi-tasking when it came to filling out their immigration forms and chasing me around the airport. Luckily, we made last call and the look of relief on all your faces when I made it on board didn’t go unnoticed 🙂 You’re welcome.
I guess I’m sorry the guy sitting behind me was too boring to be impressed by my ability to bounce back and forth in my seat. Those seats are surprisingly springy! I am also sorry you were so preoccupied with the red adults only liquid you somehow managed to spill all over your clothes that you failed to notice my cuteness. Your loss.
I’m sorry my fun Aunty J morphed into Aunty KJ (Kill Joy) during the flight by putting on a blindfold and headphones and pretending she wasn’t with me. Her loss also.
I’m sorry my buzzkill mum avoided eye contact with all other passengers because she was “mortified by my behaviour”. Don’t worry, I was also mortified by hers. She tried everything to keep me quiet when all I wanted to do was scream. She just made the whole experience unpleasant.
I know it was a bedtime flight so I really should have been sleeping. My parents go on about me sleeping through the night as if it’s my greatest skill but I think screaming for 10 hours straight and keeping a whole plane awake requires much more stamina and strength of character. I’m sorry if there are some of you who don’t see it that way.
A shout-out to the business class steward who came and asked if I was OK. Knowing that I was seated close to such important people who were clearly acknowledging my presence was the highlight of my otherwise bleak flight.
Finally, I’m sorry all the other tots on the flight were super quiet in comparison. They give the rest of us tots a bad name.