I’m on a plane at the moment. QF 625 to Melbourne where I’ll be denuding the city’s stores of pasta and cocktails for a couple of days.
It’s not the first time I’ve flown since Covid. But it is the only second and the whole time I was getting ready I couldn’t help thinking I was forgetting something
I was, of course. I forgot to check the contents of my Crumpler day pack for contraband. Specifically for weapons.