the plate the examiner wanted to quiz me on before we went flying was missing from the set.
Bloody Murphy's law again. I could just imagine that one happening. That cold feeling of a serious f*&k up comes over you.
You' ve got to wonder what the chances are. And how uncle Murphy is always waiting to surprise you!
Got on the plane once to go to a sim with a checkie not known for a sense of humour and realised I'd left my plates on the desk at home. Ouch
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