June 1st, 1989

June 1st, 1989

At home

Just got home from seeing a ridiculously sad film called “Beaches,” starring Bette Midler. My eyes are sore from crying all the way home in the car. Mum said that with the exception of an old film she loves called, “Imitation of Life,” this one was the saddest ever.

The combination of the song “Wind Beneath My Wings,” and the final scene were what put me over the edge, mum too. We literally started bawling, but I don’t think there were any dry eyes on the way out of the cinema. I love Bette Midler, she’s so incredibly talented and she was amazing in this.

Went shopping this morning for a bunch of stuff Ben requested, mostly food items. While I was in the city centre, I popped in to see Susan at work.

“Hello my love,” she said, giving me a hug. “What a lovely surprise.”

“How are you, Susan? Are you busy?”

“It’s been a mad house in here all morning, my dogs ain’t half barking.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean, after a long flight my feet are usually killing me.”

“Seems a bit calmer out there now,” she said, gesturing to the outside.

“I wanted to see if there’s anything you’d like me to take to Ben.”

“I should imagine all he’ll be interested in is you, my love.”

I felt my cheeks redden. “I really can’t wait to see him.”

“You two will have a lovely time,” she said, smiling.

“In between him working of course but he did say I’ll be able to join some of the excursions with him.”

“And I’m sure he’ll get some time off.”

“Hopefully. I haven’t been to the South of France for years, not since Ben and I went there on holiday a few years ago.”

“Have you been brushing up on your French?”

“Un petit peu,” I said.

“That sounded lovely but I have no idea what you said.”

I laughed. “I said, a little bit.”

“I’m sure it’ll all come back to you once you’re there.”

“Probably, but if not I can get Ben to help me out.”

“Yes, make sure he does. Send him our love and come round once you’re back and let us know how it went.”

“I will.”

“See you then my love,” she said, with another hug.

My stomach is doing somersaults, knowing that in less than thirty hours I’ll be kissing my gorgeous boyfriend again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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