...so here I am in Pretoria - again - assessing projects - again - musing of Life, the Universe, and my place in it.  Central, T_Ed, central....

But there we were, descending into ORT Int, when suddenly the downward incline becomes an upward, engines that were quiet now scream, and off we go past the runway and over Jozi.  Only a few seemed to notice, but we were not much calmed by the bland announcement a little later that: "Well, this is the co-pilot folks, and we apologise for making you late, but we have just executed a missed landing, and we'll be circling for a little while, before...".

The announcment faded into white noise within my head.  What is a "missed landing"??  Did they aim at the ground and miss??  Was there something in the way?  Was it possible - as someone behind me muttered darkly - "...the wheels wouldn't come down!"?

We landed, eventually - VERY fast, with much bouncing.  Faulty flaps, maybe...?  But it was cause for thought.  What for / where to / why?  And to PRETORIA??

Puts things in perspective rather - and I'm not sure I like the prespective.  Of what I do, and sometimes, where I do it.

Ah, well.  Nothing some pharmaceuticals, or possibly red wine, won't cure.