On the way to the station on Tuesday night I saw a REALLY low flying plane. REALLY REALLY REALLY low flying. So low flying that I thought it was going to crash into my house.
I thought how terrible it would be if the plane crashed into my house.
I kept looking into the sky thinking "God, that plane is REALLY low, and it is heading towards my house."
I got quite anxious. Where would I sleep? What would happen to my guitars? My laptop?
My laptop was in the car with me, so I relaxed a little.
I opened the window to listen out in case I could hear a crash.
I couldn't hear a crash.
I turned on the radio but there was nothing about a plane having just crashed.
When I got home my house was still there. The plane had not crashed into it.
But if it had, it would have been a bit like this.