Oh if only I could say I will never fly again. I am not scared, I just utterly loathe every minute. The hassle of getting to the airport, the crowds, the endless waiting around, the travel delays, the daft times you always seem to end up leaving or arriving, being squashed in with all those people, the mind boggling boredom, staring at a minature screen trying to distract yourself from the horribleness, the person in front putting their seat back to the point you can barely move, trying to sleep sitting up, the horrid toilets, the opportunity to get DVT or - more likely - a streaming cold, destroying the planet and negating about a years worth or more of trying to recycle the rubbish - per trip. Paying good money for all of the above. I could go on and on. Unfortunately son lives in the States and so we are stuck with it.
On a more positive note I dont intend to ever work again for money - and I am so so grateful.