Last weekend we went to the Music in the Air family day. We sat in the blazing sunshine getting heatstroke and dehydration. We ate smoked salmon sandwiches and strawberries because we were pretending to be posh. Some of our party drank until they were no longer upright.
The children had the most fantastic time. It was the first time they had seen the Red Arrows and they stood transfixed as they did their display. There were plenty of other air displays too but I found they were apparently simply a cunning distraction so that I wasn’t looking when the boys decided that they would run off. Again. Because there’s nothing like losing three small children in a sea of 20,000 people.
As we were driving home Harry told us that he no longer wants to be a pilot. I asked him what he wanted to be instead. A wing-wanker, he replied.
He meant wing-walker of course – he’d misheard me talking about it at the show – but I can’t help thinking that his word is perhaps just a little bit more expressive. By which I mean accurate.
