after lowering her beautifully sculptured undercarriage legs , it lowered my soot covered light of my life gently to the ground , and as the hook was swiftly disconnected , the airport manager , who was standing soaked to the skin beside me ( never blindly believe the weather forecast , just look out of the window ) started to speculate on how many world records must have been shattered this trip , especially as the last part of it had been carried out solo .