Flying toute seule

I have never been a particularly happy flyer. Despite having the laws of physics explained to me I cannot (and refuse to) understand why aeroplanes stay in the sky. I do not sleep well on the eve of a flight, dwelling, unwillingly, on any number of the aviation horror stories that have appeared in the news over the last few years. I pay particular attention to the pilot’s welcome announcement and try to determine his* mental state. If he greets us cheerily I breathe a sigh of relief and begin to relax. If I detect an undercurrent of anything other than rapturous delight I am immediately transported into the world of ‘Dad’s Army’, as Private Fraser’s voice echoes round my head: ‘We’re doomed!’

Living abroad, however, and flying home at regular intervals to remind my siblings of my continued existence (as well as to stock up on essential cheese and chocolate – France and Switzerland may be masters in the milk industry, but sometimes nothing compares to a piece of strong cheddar and a Dairy Milk bar**), has made me more or less resigned to the 90-minute ordeal, and I was beginning to grow almost complacent when the birth of my son altered everything. Travelling with a baby probably does as much for one’s life expectancy as smoking forty-a-day. Keeping an infant of a generally curious and rascally nature (who loves aeroplanes) still for an extended period of time requires patience and ingenuity. Keeping this same (restrained) infant quiet doesn’t bear thinking about.

Last Sunday, then, I took my first solo flight back to the UK in roughly two and a half years. It was one of the most relaxing experiences I have had in months. Twelve years after my maiden flight I finally understood how to achieve flying nirvana. Here are my thoughts on the subject:

  1. Under no circumstances allow anybody to sit on your lap. This is fundamental to the success of the whole flight, as it ensures that your leg muscles stay unseized and awake.
  2. Bring a long book and read it continuously from the moment you enter the airport until such time as you have passed through passport control at your destination (saving the few occasions when you are obliged to communicate with other human beings, such as going through security, showing passports and boarding cards, memorising the emergency protocol and acting as the pilot’s personal psychiatrist). I unearthed ‘The Old Curiosity Shop’, which I had started as my ‘Summer holiday book’ (managing a full two chapters in one week!), and, during my round trip devoured well over a hundred pages – bliss!
  3. Take no responsibility for providing the inflight entertainment – this will greatly reduce stress levels. On my outward journey a choir of three of four babies was performing in harmony on and off for the duration of the flight. I was unfazed – I was not conducting. Mine can scream louder.
  4. Pack everything into one cabin bag. Then get off the plane, swagger down the corridors, throwing a backwards laugh at those waiting at baggage claim, and get on with life.
  5. Do not bring any of the following: buggy, car seat, nappy bag, hold luggage (comprising almost entirely extra baby clothes for all the inevitable little ‘accidents’), doudou for the baby (sadistic and evil, it will attempt to wander off and hide at any and every opportunity, in order to ruin your life). It is also advisable to refrain from appearing as though you have just held up a toy shop.
  6. Take care to avoid sitting next to excitable husbands, humming the terror-inducing ‘Ride of the Valkyries’ at take off (on every single flight).
  7. Decline the highly expensive aeroplane snacks and eat a sandwich à emporter courtesy of lovely parents. The feeling of being taken care of is so luxurious.
  8. Chat with confidence to the passenger beside you (should you both feel so inclined), revelling in the knowledge that at no point on the flight will you need to apologise in shame for any screaming, kicking or unwholesome smells.
  9. Remember not to succumb to the temptation of changing a nappy in a cramped metal box at thirty thousand feet. It isn’t as glamorous as it sounds.

*I am still looking forward to encountering a female pilot.

**Not at the same time, although I am now wondering if this might not be a heavenly partnership (I do, after all, enjoy Christmas cake mainly for the cheese and icing combination).

Mots du jour:

voyager toute seule – to fly alone (f) doudou – cuddly toy/comforter un plat à emporter – a takeaway

15 thoughts on “Flying toute seule

  1. I haven’t encountered a female pilot yet, but my dad has and claims it was the softest landing he’s ever experienced. (He was a paratrooper so flying doesn’t phase him – he’s just glad to actually be allowed to LAND at the end of the flight. Ironically, his worst fear is parachuting).

    I (hopefully) have the flying-with-baby thing to look forward. Guess I should enjoy my childless flights (and life) while it’s still possible.

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    1. Now that is scary!! There is no way on earth that I would ever willing jump out of a plane! Your dad must be as tough as they come!
      I sincerely hope that you have tough flying times ahead (in the nicest possible way), but enjoy the peace until then 😉

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  2. This did make me chuckle. Even though I don’t have a child and haven’t flown in years I could put myself in your places. You bring humour to life’s struggles. I also love how you add that little bit of French in.

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    1. Thanks for your lovely comment! It made me smile 🙂 You clearly have a gift for boosting self-esteem! I refuse to write too seriously – life is serious enough and I enjoy writing to escape. I don’t really have a strong theme or subject matter so I hoped that have keeping a bit of French in would tie it together (even if in a bit of a random way).

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  3. I like the humorous style of your writing. Initially, I used to get very annoyed with the babies crying during the flight but now I have my own and he has also flown at the age of 1. To my surprise and joy, he was extremely playful for the entire duration.

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  4. My sister was a pilot (retired now) with Delta and American Airlines. When she tested for her licenses for each type of plane, she was always the only woman there in a classroom full of men. When passengers would see her boarding the plane, they would assume she was a flight attendant. When her voice came over the speakers with “this is your captain speaking” it was always a surprise to people. Female pilots are not very common, unfortunately. But I’m proud of my sister for breaking the norm!

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  5. As a granny – and the granny of the ‘terrible Chou’ (is that the French equivalent..?) in question, I now have a much more sympathetic attitude towards screaming babies on ‘planes and find my reaction is no longer one of annoyance and irritation but of great relief that it is nothing to do with me. I feel inwardly warm and smug that I can absorb myself in a book; and even very graciously (or so I thought) on one occasion when a young couple with a tiny baby sat in the two seats next to me and apologised in advance for subjecting me to their offspring, replied that I had a young grandchild who flew and had no problem with whatever theirs could throw at me.

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    1. Was the tiny baby a viable contender in the loudest baby contest? I don’t remember your telling me so I imagine it can’t have been too horrific for you. Our last flight was absolutely fine really…just an hour and a half of “tuken!” each way!

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