May 14th, 1989

May 14th, 1989

At home

Standby is finally over! Really surprised I didn’t get called out, as was Carl when he rang.

“I doubt that’ll ever happen again,” I said.

“Lucky us. More days off.”

“And such nice weather to boot.”

“Where you off to next?” he asked.


“Make sure you get lots of sleep beforehand. Cairo’s the dog’s bollocks.”

I laughed. “Just because you had a wild time there doesn’t mean I will.”

“You will. I guarantee it.”

I rang Pamsy to see what happened last night with Operation Double O but sadly she had nothing to report because Oliver was nowhere to be found. She insists she will not be deterred and will, at some point, get her hands “on that hunk.”

Florence came over tonight and we sat in the garden for hours, catching up. We laughed over some of the stuff that happened when we worked together.

“Can you believe the changes in your life since you left the insurance company?”

“Ugh, I hated that job. Imagine if you hadn’t showed me that Monarch Airlines ad in the newspaper looking for Cabin Crew.”

“Monarch were the first airline you applied to, weren’t they?”

In an exaggerated tone, I said, “Yes they were and I didn’t get the job.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

“Thank you wise one,” I said. “Top up?”

“Yes please,” she said, holding out her wine glass. “And less with the wise, it makes me feel old.”

“You’re only fifteen years older than I am.”

“I wonder what you’ll be doing fifteen years from now.”

My thoughts immediately turned to Ben and I smiled. “I might be like you, married with two great kids.”

“Maybe,” she said, “then again maybe not. Who knows what opportunities lie ahead now you’re flying all over the place.”

“I’ll see the world with BA, that’s for sure.”

“Have you been really busy?” she asked.

“Actually, my dad was just saying this morning that it seems I’ve been at home more than away recently.”

“I imagine that will change now we’re into the summer months.”

“It’s about to. My latest roster is jam-packed. I don’t think I’ll know whether I’m coming or going.”

“Will you be able to get to Spain to see Ben?” she asked.

“I’ll find out tomorrow if I got the time off I requested but I’m not too hopeful after not getting called on standby and having these extra days off.”

“How’s he getting on?”

“I have no idea.”

“He hasn’t been in touch?” she asked.

I shook my head, no. “I don’t really want to talk about it right now. I might cry.”

“Maybe that’s what you need to do,” she offered.

“What, cry?”

“It might help you.”

“It might but right now I just want to put him out of my mind and enjoy this lovely wine.”











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