March 11th, 1989

March 11th, 1989

At home

Saturday night and I’m home alone but I don’t mind because I had a two-hour plus chat with the love of my life. Unfortunately, it was on the phone and not face-to-face. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be in Italy right now, kissing him. Our lengthy chat did find its way into “that” territory, which I have to say, was most enjoyable and I’ll leave it at that!

Mum and dad looked amazing when they left earlier for a dance, organized by some of dad’s co-workers. Mum wore her new red dress with all gold jewelry and dad looked really smart in his navy blue suit, freshly polished shoes and new pocket square. They were both in good spirits today, telling me more than once how thrilled and proud they are that I got my Wings.

Had a good look through the British Airways timetable and I’m amazed at the vast amount of destinations and the frequency of the flights. Seems BA operate about a dozen flights a day to EWR (Newark, New Jersey) and JFK (New York City, New York) so getting to the Big Apple shouldn’t be a problem. Of all the routes “we” fly to, New York is the one I’m most interested in.

Spent several hours throughout the day in the phone chair, catching up with:

Stephen – Off to Sydney tonight to see Andrew (the lawyer he met a while ago.) Said he was really excited to be going “down under” (we laughed and made crude comments!) He’s travelling on a staff travel ticket and the Aussie routes are notorious for being overbooked but hopefully now that it’s Autumn there and Stephen is travelling solo, he’ll be ok.

Pamsy – Off to Lanzarote tonight (I’ve forgotten the three letter airport code even though I used to fly there with Air Europe all the time.) Pamsy asked if I wanted to go to hers tomorrow, I’d love to but I’ve had my fill of trains and tubes for a while.

Jon – Rang to congratulate me, which was very sweet of him. Asked if I wanted to look at cars sometime this weekend and I probably should’ve said yes but I’ll get around to doing that soon enough.

I’ve been so preoccupied with training and getting through it that I haven’t found myself yearning for Ben as much as I usually do, but after talking to him tonight I feel a sense of immense longing again, plus much more.

For the first time ever, in the six years I’ve known him, I got the impression he’s feeling insecure.

“I hope some cocky pilot doesn’t come along and sweep you off your feet.”

“Of course not. Don’t be silly.”

“You never know.”

“I know.”

That will never happen.


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