February 9th, 1989
Didn’t sleep well at all last night because every time I lay on my arm, the pain woke me up.
Met Lee on the platform again this morning, and we even managed to sit together on the train. I told him I was surprised to get a seat because I’ve mostly had to stand, and he suggested I get a briefcase like the one he, and the other trenchies carry.
“A briefcase isn’t considered part of BA’s uniform standards, so even if I wanted one, which I don’t, I’m not allowed.”
“Are they that strict?”
“Oh yes. Don’t you know we’re the nations flag carrier?” I asked in my most serious tone of voice. But it was lost on serious Lee.
“What other restrictions do you have whilst in uniform?”
“No chewing gum. No eating. No drinking. No running. Just to name a few.”
“Not even if you’re about to miss the plane?”
I laughed. “No. We have standards,” I joked.
“Regardless, I still think you need a briefcase.”
“I don’t have much to carry.”
“It’s not about that. Mine is mostly empty, except for a few papers, and some pens.”
“Then why do you have it?”
“It’s a weapon,” he said, laughing. “Something that helps you get a seat on the train.”
Walking on the platform at Euston, on our way to the tube, Lee suddenly stopped.
“Are you alright?” I asked, stepping back towards him.
“Fine, thanks. Listen, I hope you don’t think I’m being forward, but would you like to go out for a drink sometime?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m seeing someone.” I said.
“Sorry, I didn’t know that.”
We continued walking, and I should have left it at that, but I’m not the best with awkward silences, so I blurted out, “Actually, you might remember him from school. He’s been in Italy for a few months, but he’s coming home this weekend…”
“Who is he?” Lee asked.
He interrupted me, “That’s still going on with you two? Must be quite serious. I do remember him.” His tone was disdainful. “He was into drama.”
“He still is,” I muttered, under my breath.
“I said I still don’t know how people commute for years on end. I’m finding it exhausting.”
“That’s only because you don’t have a weapon,” he said, smiling.
Today was the first day of Aviation Medicine, aka AvMed. Our trainer, Bertha, is a bit of an old battle-axe, with a dour looking face, and absolutely no sense of humour.
Lorna and I (quietly) teased Carl about his resuscitation methods on Annie, the mannequin, whilst Bertha informed us that, “the face of Resusci Annie is based on the death mask of a young woman who drowned in the River Seine in the 1880s.”
Oh my Bertha, did we really need to know that? I don’t believe that information could save someone’s life. Carl said just hearing that changed everything, and he broke up with Annie soon thereafter!
Finished early, while it was still light out. Sam was going to Covent Garden to meet some friends, and asked if I wanted to go with him. I was tempted to say yes, but I didn’t want to miss Ben again, so I came home.
Pamsy rang and I was afraid Ben might be trying to ring, so I didn’t stay on the phone for long. Pamsy was off to Fuerteventura tonight, and I didn’t envy her.
Rang Susan, and made arrangements for Sunday. I can’t wait! I think I’ll explode at the airport when I finally see Ben again.
Drank bucks fizz with mum over a mega chat, and intended to go to bed early, but it’s almost one am. No Ben. And definitely no early night.