I laughed when I saw our aeroplane from Charles De Gaulle to Cardiff International Airport in Wales. No offence to the carrier or anyone who booked the craft. We are very grateful, it's just that I have never flown on one before yesterday, that had propellers. OK, you can call them turbo-props, but to me they are simply propellers. And blinking noisy ones at that, with my bad ear and being sat close to the wing.
Now we aren't your typical sized people. Super-size would be a more fitting term. Boy oh boy it was a tight squeeze with Mrs. B and me sat side by side next to the part of the fuselage that impinges into the aircraft to aid where they bolt the wings on. No don't get me wrong, I would rather have a tight squeeze in the narrow part, than have the wings fall off. But the next time that I break down in Europe, I'm going to ask the lovely people at IMA to book me a better seat. One away from the fuselage intrusions and well away from the propellers.
It was great leaving the airport and finding a nice chap with a placard 'Mr Bennett'. The lovely man was from Premier Taxis in Cardiff. Now I didn't book him; the lovely people at IMA did. I'm a fatalist, and IMA Milan had managed to book us the only Taxi Company that I rate so much that I have their number in my telephone and always use when I am in our Capital City. Brilliant, well done IMA you came good again.
