Walking across the wet apron to the TB10. Reaching out and running my hand down the edge of the propellor blades. Walking round the side and stroking the fuselage. Climbing on to the wing, lifting open the door and sliding into the left hand seat. Holding the yoke and pulling it gently back. Pressing the master power button and listening to the gyros spool-up.
Ink on the cheque hardly dry, I was sitting in MY aeroplane.