April 5 – A brief encounter with space and time

To those of you following along at home, I must apologise for my absence.  Clearly, I am not yet the organised blogger that I hope one day to be.  That being said, I’ve returned home tonight (to 8 days’ worth of laundry X 2 people, closed supermarkets, and blessedly good internet) with a brain conundrum.

I’ve flown many times – both internationally and domestically – I understand the concept, but it always strikes me as a little odd; like some weird present day TARDIS; you step into an aluminium capsule that transports you both chronologically and spatially, while smelling of farts the entire time.