January 27th, 1989

January 27th, 1989

At home

I wasn’t expecting to be at home tonight. The plan was to take the train from Pamsy’s to Stephen’s and spend Friday night out on the town with him in Brighton. Unfortunately, our plans were squashed when Stephen got called out on standby for a Tenerife.

Pamsy had a flight to Geneva, so she dropped me off at Gatwick. From there, it took almost three hours to get home on two trains and two tubes, and I swear I’ll never make that arduous trek again with a heavy suitcase (Pamsy took my third suitcase home with her when we got back from Florida.)

I was in a foul mood when I finally got home, and dad didn’t help matters when he started asking me about how I’m getting to class on Monday. He was going on and on about how I should ring the train station and get the train times sorted out now and not wait until the last minute. Blah, blah, blah. I reminded him it’s only Friday. I could tell he was equally annoyed with me, but really, I have plenty of time to sort all of that out. Besides, the last thing I wanted to do after spending hours on trains and tubes was get info on more trains and tubes! The thing that put me in a worse mood though, was mum telling me I missed a call from Ben. Ugh, I hate missing him.

I’m in bed and I thought after today’s very early start I’d be knackered, but I’m not. Had to get up early at Pamsy’s because the estate agent was coming over to value the flat. Nicolai introduced himself, then proceeded to strut around Pamsy’s flat, taking notes on the company’s gold letterhead.

When he spotted Pamsy’s uniform hanging up in her bedroom, he flashed her his cheesy smile and asked, “is that yours?”I don’t know how she managed to keep a straight face when she said, “No, sadly it’s not. I rented it for a fancy dress party. I’ve always wanted to be an air hostess, but this is as close as I’ll probably ever get.”

“Me too,” I sighed, not daring to look at her.
“Oh I dunno,” he said looking the pair of us up and down. “Good looking birds, I mean, girls like you, might have a chance.”

“Do you think so Nicolai?” I asked, in a wistful tone.

Just to make sure he was still sure, Nicolai slowly took the two of us in again. “Yeah, I do actually. You two would look the dogs bolloc, I mean, great in them red uniforms the Virgin Atlantic birds wear, with the stiletto’s and all that.”

“We can only dream Nicolai,” I breathed.

“Me mates call me Nic, no k, just the c. Feel free.”

Pamsy said, “If it’s not too much trouble, could you give me an estimate of the value of the flat?”
“I’ll ‘ave the secretary type it up, and send it. Or if you’ve got a bit of time I can stay and write it up for you.”

“Sorry,” Pamsy said, walking in the direction of the door. “No time.”

“I’ll be down the Bell tonight with some of me mates. If you girls are about, we’ll throw a few drinks down us then go clubbing.”

Pamsy held the door open. “Bye Nic, no k, just the c, gotta go.”

“See you down the pub then later?” he asked, as Pamsy shuffled him out the door.

“Not me mate,” she said closing the door. “I have a flight to catch.”




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