May 8th, 1989
At Carl’s parents’, Surrey
Carl just went to bed and reminded me that our freedom ends in six hours, when standby begins at eight am.
Went shopping with mum this morning and popped in to see Susan at work. I was dying to hear if she’d heard from her son, but wasn’t surprised to hear she hadn’t. It would be so great just to know how Ben is getting on in Spain. I try not to think about him too much, but at the end of the day he always creeps his way into my thoughts.
I’m hopeless at reading maps so I’d taken directions from Carl over the phone but once I found myself past Heathrow at a roundabout with traffic lights, during rush hour, I got in the wrong lane. Once I realized what I’d done, it was too late to change and consequently, it took just over three hours to get here.
Carl’s parents both made me feel very welcome and are very sweet. His mum said it’s lovely having a girl around because she has only sons. One of Carl’s older brothers, Alan, is also crew with British Airways. My first impression of him is that he sees himself as a bit of a Casanova, which I find rather amusing, considering Carl is much better looking.
After dinner with Carl’s parents, we (actually I!) drove to a pub in Hounslow to meet up with our friends from training. I was thrilled to see Sam again (sporting some very trendy Gucci gear.) Daniel spent most of the evening chatting to Tina. Jenny is loving flying and continues to lose weight. Tina spent most of the evening talking to Daniel. Barbara is as mad as ever and Lorna had us all in stitches with tales of her flying adventures to date.
After the pub, Carl and I went to see the flat Lorna, Meryl and Kimberly just moved to. The flat is really close to Heathrow and neither of the three of them has a car so it’ll be easy for them to get to work. Only Lorna was there (Meryl and Kimberly are away on a trip) and she said I’m welcome to stay anytime I have an early check in or standby. While Carl was in the loo, Lorna cornered me.
“So, what’s going on with the pair of you?” she asked.
“You mean Carl?”
Sounding impatient, she said, “Aye, who else would I be talking about?”
“Absolutely nothing is going on. He offered to let me stay at his during standby.”
“Aye, right”, she sniggered. “That’s a new one.”
“No, you have it all wrong.”
“Do I?” she asked.
“Yes, you do. We’re just friends and I’m really fond of him but not in that way.”
“What’s been happening with Ben?” she asked.
“He left for Spain two and a half weeks ago and I haven’t heard a peep from him.”
Lorna rolled her eyes. “Have you seen some of the passengers we get onboard? Just last week I met a smashing American guy on my New York. Absolutely gorgeous and very, very successful. Said we’ll meet up next time he’s in London.”
“That’s great for you Lorna but I’m not interested in meeting anyone else.”
“Aye, well you say that now but I think you’ll change your tune as time goes by.”
“I guess we’ll see.”