Last night I had "British fish and chips" on the Jetty in Redcliffe.
It was good fish, but I could have done better chips myself. Not a bad price though!
I only had fish and chips because I came out of my tax appointment and realised I was right next to the chippy. What else could I do?
I had a moment's panic while I was eating my F&C, as I saw an aeroplane approaching over the bay and had a mini freak-out thinking "I could never be a pilot!!!" And then remembered that I was, and wasn't doing too badly either. It's amazing what my stupid brain says to me sometimes!
On the subject of flying, eight sectors down - just over 12 hours - of the 50 total. My first four landings were lovely, and they've deteriorated from there. Hopefully they will start improving again... after my last two I am unsure of whether the trainer will particularly want me to land into Middlemount today! (Short runway, no slope guidance). Watch this space...
Then after today I have no more flying until next Wednesday or Thursday, I presume because of a lack of a trainer: I will have to try to be diligent and do some study instead of watching YouTube ALL the time!
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