I hate airplanes. I dislike their pollution. I dislike their noise. I particularly dislike military aircraft with their role in war and destruction. Airplanes scare me. I have never flown and never want to.
How then did I end up on the allotment this morning gazing up at the sky in awe as the flypast for the Queen's birthday (why does she have two?) went overhead. I almost felt excitement as the Red Arrows went past. Perhaps I am turning into a boy?!
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