Despite my trying every tactic I could possibly think of to talk myself out of flying, and despite the ignominy of having to abort my prestart procedures to grab my headset from the back seat, the actual flight wasn’t as bad as I thought.
Despite my initial misgivings, I rapidly realised that I didn’t actually care that the person sitting beside me wasn’t Bob. I really thought that was going to freak me out but it honestly didn’t. I made the decision, conscious or otherwise, to just do what I needed to do.
Again I appeared to have decided to talk through the flight, although I settled for a commentary on what I was doing and why rather than my usual every-second-word-is-an-expletive. This was a decision I was to be commended for later.
The actual mock flight test itself was kinda ….. well okay actually. I mean I just took it one exercise at a time as a million people have advised me to. Very little in the debrief came as a surprise to me. I know what I need to work on and well, yeah it’s doable. I don’t think it is beyond me.
I’m flying with Bob very soon. I’m sure TOI will have filled him in on all the gory details but I don’t think anything will come as a surprise to Bob either. I’m hoping that although it wasn’t a perfect flight he’ll be kinda happy with the outcome.
I know I am.