April 29th, 1989
Flight from LGW – BDA
Presently on crew rest on the TriStar, with a cup of tea and several chocolate biscuits I managed to nick from First Class. We’re four and a half hours into our busy flight, with just over three and a half to go, before we land.
Dad woke me at five thirty am and I knew it would be a very long time before I’d get to bed again. We had a cup of tea together and when dad was leaving for work he said he hoped I’d enjoy my time in Bermuda, to which I replied, “How could I not?”
Arrived at the crew parking lot early and bumped into Jennifer from my training course. She was on her way to Cairo and said she was really excited. I’m happy to hear she’s enjoying flying, it seems to suit her. She looked like she’s lost weight. Unlike moi!
The passengers in the economy cabin are really nice but unfortunately I’m working with the most awful Purser ever. His name is Walter and he’s an absolutely vile old man. He’s probably about fifty or so and comes across as very disgruntled and unhappy with every card life has dealt him. He’s also a total creep. I’ve been in the cabin for most of the flight, if only to keep my distance from Walter. I can guarantee that to this point none of the passengers are hungry or thirsty. The second the call bell rings, I’m on it. If not before.
Really looking forward to getting to the beautiful island of Bermuda and resting my weary head on a super soft pillow at the Hamilton Princess.