Today when the Boeing thingy lifted its wheels off the ground I fear I may have seen California for the last time. As Captain America took off from Los Angeles today, I looked out of the window and thought: “I’m 44. I’ll probably never get the chance to come back here again.” And it made me sad.
I’m also sad that, in all probability, I shall never again drive an Aston Martin or be the cruise director of the Carnival Splendor…….its Goose’s ship now. I also know I will never have rumpy pumpy in the back seat of a Ford Escort with Sally Poole. In fact, the list of things I’ve already and unwittingly done for the last time is endless.
