I’VE always been fairly pessimistic. In fact, my defeatist attitude kicked in just there, halfway through typing the word “pessimistic” as I was convinced I’d spell it incorrectly.
Presumably, this air of head shaking, sighing gloominess will accompany me to the airport later this week when I hop on a flight for the first time in three years and nervously anticipate the pilot coming over the intercom to inform all and sundry that “if you look out over the right wing, you’ll shortly see the fiery remnants of the left wing” before we corkscrew towards the sea at 1000mph.
