My earliest flights were the stuff of nightmares: rickety little plane from Blackpool (I think) to the Isle of Man, short hops over to France with airlines about to go under.
Even in my mid-20s, I needed an American to get me through a simple flight from Belfast to London. I'd spent a fortnight avoiding being shot, bombed or beaten up and was now trembling about a routine journey by air.
"I think we're going to make it," he said as we completed takeoff and stiff drinks were served. That was long ago. I have no formula to offer Kate. Practice has simply made, if not perfect, acceptable.
And if I no longer truly fear each flight, I still adopt a form of gallows humour and treat it as if it is going to be my last.
It's not really serious, just a slightly morbid game I play, and it passes time. I work out what music I'd like to have heard for the last time just in case. Don't mock my choice - it's taken from whatever I had on the iPod......
My list for last night's trip back to the UAE from Jordan is as follows:
* Rachel Unthank and the Winterset.......Fareweel Regality
* Joan Baez.......A hard rain's gonna fall
* The Dubliners.....Bonnie Shoals of Herring (Luke Kelly singing)
* Cara Dillon......There Were Roses
* Alain Stivell (pictured courtesy of Roger Liptrop and his indispensable Folk Images site) ......Brian Boru
* Fairport Convention (with Sandy).......Farewell Farewell/The Deserter
* Graham and Eileen Pratt...The Last Road
* Steeleye Span....Long Lankin/Blackleg Miner
* Rachel Unthank and the Winterset.......Fareweel Regality (such a great song, so brilliantly done, worth at least one more hearing)