March 16th, 1989

March 16th, 1989

Flight from London Heathrow (LHR) to Tel Aviv, Israel (TLV)

Great start to the day, with a call from Ben, in Italy.


“Hi babe.” Just the sound of his voice made me smile.

“I’m so glad it’s you, what a lovely surprise. How are you?”

“Absolutely knackered.”

I plopped down on the phone chair, “You sound it.”

“Yeah, I’m ready to come home and ravage you.”

“That would be fantastic,” I said, as mum walked past me, into the living room.

“I really need you babe.”

“My mum’s about,” I said in a hushed tone.

“Oh ok, that’s too bad. What are you up to?”

“Packing. Or at least I should be.”


“I got called out for a Tel Aviv tonight, report time is twenty forty-five.”

“Listen to you with all your airline terms.”

“Sorry, can’t help it,” I said, twisting the telephone cord around my fingers.

“I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too. Do you know when you’re coming home? Is there even any snow left there?”

“Oh yeah, there’s still a bit, but not for much longer I imagine. I should be home within the next two weeks.”

I sighed, “That’s so far away.”

“I know, but it’ll go fast. How long is your trip?”

“A few days, I’ll be home late on the nineteenth.”

“Are you excited?”

“More nervous than excited.”


“Just trying to remember everything about check in and where to go and all that.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“It’s a bit nerve wracking but hopefully I’ll figure it all out.”

“Of course you will.”

“I can’t wait for you to come home,” I said.

“Hopefully you’ll be around and not in some far flung place. We, I, need some serious time with you.”

“You can say that again.”

“I’m more than ready to see you again. In every way.”

“Me too, one hundred percent.”

Seemed to take forever getting through London during rush hour and of course I cursed myself for not having a car yet. Bumped into Lolly at Hatton Cross tube station and I commented on how perfect it would be if we were going on the same trip, especially since she was off to New York.

My nerves reached their peak when I checked in at TriStar house and I felt nauseous when I dropped my suitcase off, but once I got to the briefing room (with plenty of time to spare) I felt much calmer.

I positioned myself so I could see everyone coming into the room and at first they didn’t appear very friendly but that changed once we were onboard. The Cabin Service Director (aka the CSD) asked a ton of SEP (Safety Emergency Procedures) questions and I hated being put on the spot but I would have no excuse for not knowing the answers after having just finished training!

The most senior crew members (as in years of service, not age, although by the looks of it that could have been the case!) pick the position they want to work on the aircraft first. Being the most junior member on the crew, I was last on the list and therefore had no choice in what position or cabin I worked in.

We arrived in the dark so I can’t comment on Tel Aviv…yet.


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