Apri 21st, 1989

April 21st, 1989

At Pamsy’s, Sussex

It’s strange to think Ben is already back in Spain and here I am, about to go to bed, at Pamsy’s.

Went shopping with Ben first thing this morning for a few last minute bits and pieces, then we (he) drove to Gatwick airport. It was absolutely awful saying goodbye right outside the terminal with hardly any time to do so. I had thought about parking and going inside with him, but that would’ve just been prolonging the inevitable and I was already feeling sad enough.

As soon as Ben was out of sight, I drove off and burst into tears. That really is the most awful feeling, seeing the back of someone you love, disappearing into the crowd, especially when you have no idea when you’ll see them again. Or even hear from him.

It was just over two hours to get to Pamsy’s and as soon as I pulled up, she came out of the house, waving wildly.

“You made it,” she said as I was getting out of the car. “How was it?”

We hugged. “It was a bit hairy getting out of Gatwick but after that not so bad actually. I did get a little lost on some of the country roads but I managed to backtrack.”

“It’ll be easier for you next time. By the way, your hair looks fab.”

Instinctively, I touched my hair. “Thanks, I just got it chopped yesterday.”

“It’s very Wham girl.”

I laughed, “That’s what Ben said.”

Pamsy gave me a disapproving look. “So, he’s gone?”


“You know what they say,” she smirked.


“While the cat’s away….”

I shook my head no, “Not even,” I said, “but we don’t need to talk about him, we have far too much to catch up on.”

After eating dinner with Pamsy’s family, we went to The Castle and met up with some of our old pals. I laughed so much the entire evening, which felt great. It’s so nice being here with Pamsy again, we really do have the best time together.

Dave the Wave was in the pub with his very snobby girlfriend, Henrietta. “Henny,” as she’s affectionately known (puke) isn’t quite as posh as Annabel but I got the impression she’d like to be. She eyed me with utter disdain and almost keeled over when Dave came over and gave me a hug. He introduced me to her as his “friend,” which amused Pamsy and I no end. As Pamsy remarked afterwards, “it’s not as if Dave is going to tell Henny you’re the girl he was shagging all of last summer.”

No, probably not.


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