Wow! Some days I absolutely love my job!
I have never been to Mauritius but I am totally in love and definitely bidding to come back. Even just 24 hours here gives me enough to...
Pilot, Wife
and Expat life
what goes up, must come down
and Expat life
what goes up, must come down
Friday, 19 August 2016
Friday, 12 August 2016
Out of the fog
A post from rainy Thailand, at the moment with my work schedule my time at home with my girls is precious so I get much more done on layovers!
A while ago I wrote a blogpost that...
Thursday, 4 August 2016
No conjecture here
Yesterday was a big day. My longest flight, heaviest take off and most amount of people on board. Added to that the news of the day and I think I can safely say it won't be a flight...
Monday, 1 August 2016
Taking responsibility
It is very hard sometimes as a mum to remember that you exist. I mean that dead seriously because when all day is spent with your toddler acting like you are her personal slave,...
Wednesday, 27 July 2016
A "break"
I arrived home from Copenhagen at 2am and crashed into bed, hastily pushing earplugs in to avoid being woken by C at all. My husband got up with the girls and I finally emerged at...
Sunday, 24 July 2016
Hello Copenhagen!
Hello Copenhagen
I am back at work again, flying the big bus and for the first time in a very very long time I get 24 hours in a hotel. With no babies, no husband, no distractions...
Wednesday, 20 July 2016
First flight
Well, I can honestly say that was fun!
Yesterday was the first time I had flown an aeroplane in nearly 14 months, it just happened to be the worlds largest commercial aeroplane and...
Sunday, 17 July 2016
Tales of a 2 year old
As I've mentioned a few times now, my eldest daughter tends to keep us on our toes. She was born intelligent, no I am not boasting or biased, it's just a fact. Her intelligence has...
Friday, 15 July 2016
A letter to my friends
Dear Friend,
Im sorry I haven't called you, that I haven't been around. You must feel that I've neglected you and I don't blame you at all for that. We used to meet for coffee, lunch, drinks and wander the shops together if we fancied it. I had time, life was slow, it was easy to say "lets meet up", "lets do something".
I can't explain my life to you, the days just whizz on by, it's constant...
Tuesday, 12 July 2016
A poem for little people
As I walk away you're crying
You don't want me to go
I always hate to leave you
I really hope you know
Someone else will hug you
And tell you it's ok
That Mummy...
Sunday, 3 July 2016
More training
I went back to work after maternity leave for one day before being told that I was no longer going to be flying the A330/340 but would now be moving over to the A380. Everyone else...
Saturday, 2 July 2016
There you are!
Well, what a shock! I really didn't expect to come back to this blog, especially having re-started it elsewhere!
Ive enjoyed reading through the previous posts and laughing at how much has changed, I mused here about what life would be like in 5 years time and... here I am! This blog is like a little time capsule!
Turns out I was wrong about a few things. More unfortunately wrong about a few people....
Thursday, 31 March 2016
Two already??
This week my little girl turns 2. I can't quite believe it. I feel like it was only two seconds ago I was pregnant with her.. Oh no wait, that was the littler one..!
It makes me think about how I was feeling at this moment 2 years ago. Pregnancy throws all sorts of emotions and hormones your way but the last week was just so overwhelming for me.
Granted at the time I was still up a ladder...
Saturday, 26 March 2016
Rebirth
So I said I had written this blog before, and I have. A few years ago I lost my job, made redundant with a whole bunch of other pilots. It's quite daunting at the age of 24 to have mortgage payments, bills, car costs etc and be sent packing from a company you honestly thought you could stay with very very long term. I was lucky with my first job, landed on my feet as they say and managed to get in...
Friday, 25 March 2016
Let us begin... (again)
I write little poems. I always have. It's a way I find to release the thoughts in my head and keep them somewhere else for a while, it keeps them organised I find. I also like looking back and feeling how I was feeling when I wrote each one. I have a horrific memory, I usually only remember things if there is a picture of it and so this is another way of trying to remember.
It's not the usual way...
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