March 27th, 1989

March 27th, 1989

At home

Home again! We landed early at Gatwick airport after an easy flight with less than a hundred passengers in the Economy cabin. Sat with antsy Annabel on the crew transport back to Heathrow, who literally did not stop talking.

“You must promise to keep in touch Miss McGarr.”

“I will.”


“Yes, I promise.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“No, I’m not. I really enjoyed our trip.”

“Wasn’t it just marvelous?”

“It really was.”

As the bus was pulling into TriStar House, Annabel pointed out the window.

“Look! It’s the yummy chap you refuse go out with.”

I leaned across Annabel’s lap to see what was going on outside the window and she laughed. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. It’s not as if your so called boyfriend is going to show up from Italy to pick you up.”

“Ouch Annabel, that was uncalled for.”

“Sorry poppet, I get vile when I’m tired.”

“Finally, you’re admitting to feeling tired?”

“Utterly exhausted. I’m ready to get to the country and relax. I wish you were going in my direction, I’d have taken you home.”

I laughed.

“What?” she asked.
“Annabel, I doubt I’ll ever be going in your direction.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Miss McGarr.”

It was so nice to get home and see not only mum and dad, but also Nana and Ann. They each asked a bunch of questions about Bermuda and Ann made me laugh when she asked if I felt like I was “On the telly.”

Mum and Ann had boiled and decorated a bunch of eggs and of course mum insisted we take them outside and roll them down the small, grassy hill behind the house. For as long as I can remember, regardless of where we lived, we’ve gone out to “roll our eggs,” as mum calls it.

I don’t know who was more excited, mum, or Ann. Once all the eggs had been rolled, Ann collected them in the new basket mum bought her and we went back inside and had tea and hot cross buns (possibly my favourite thing about Easter, except for the chocolate!)

Dad served up the delicious leg of lamb he’d prepared along with roast potatoes and several veggies. For desert we enjoyed Nana’s favourite, Simnel cake. Needless to say, I’m absolutely stuffed tonight, but in a good way. Oh, and Nana gave me not one, but two chocolate Easter eggs because she said she wasn’t sure which one I’d prefer. She laughed when I said, “Both of them, Nana. I prefer both of them.”

Two letters from Ben (that I didn’t see until I came up to my room tonight.) According to his most recent letter, he should be home next Sunday. Less than a week! Can’t wait for our reunion.

Oh, I almost forgot, my car is here! Jon delivered it (as promised) and whoever did the detailing did a fantastic job, the interior looks so much nicer than it did last week. I must remember to ring him tomorrow and say thank you.

Went for a drive with dad and Ann just to see how the car felt, but we didn’t venture too far because I was getting tired. I think it’ll take a while to get used to having a car, it doesn’t feel like it’s mine yet but the thought of no more trains is certainly a refreshing one. According to dad, Jon came with Rickie and more than once, dad mentioned, “They boys are smashing, ye can have a right laugh with them.”

And more than once (prompted by mum) dad shared how he enjoyed a beer with Jon, which we all know is dad code for, “I like him.”

I’m so happy Nana and Ann are both here, we’ve had such a lovely day together. Nana being with us always makes Easter special and seeing her and Ann again makes me realize how much I miss them. I don’t get to see them nearly as much as I’d like to but I don’t think I’m quite ready to drive to Scotland yet either.





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