272. Ready for take-off

'Flight delayed. But only half an hour. Fingers crossed.'

...

'Boarding now. Hopefully we'll take off. Fingers crossed.'

...

'Same plane, same pilot, same problem. They can't shut the door!'

'Door shut. This time we're off!'

'Taking off. But told we're only taking with us 75-80% of the luggage.'

My darling girl is off and hopefully I will hear about her when she lands (now I know where she lands, I know not just the country but also the city and even the name of the airport). Hopefully the door of the luggage hold is not rattling and hopefully my daughter's luggage is in there somewhere. I have now visions of airport staff pushing with their shoulders against the door as Miss Organiser sat on the gigantic red case. And then it shuts and I see this strap caught in the door and flapping in the wind all the way to wherever ... And then I think this cannot be. Either my imagination is on overdrive mode or I am simply going mad. This being the good mum is obviously not good for me. I'm quitting this nonsense and going back to just letting go of it all. She's bound to land at some point, hopefully where she's meant to and hopefully her luggage is in the hold. 

Which leaves my mind free to wonder about the meaning of life.