June 26th, 1989
Flight from LHR – CDG – LHR
Excelsior Hotel, Heathrow Airport
Got home at four am and there it was…the letter… as promised, from Ben, from France. I read it straight away, cried too much and couldn’t stop. Tried to sleep but no way. Went downstairs at ten this morning when I heard mum up. I’m glad she’s back from Scotland.
Cried all the way to work on the motorway, just couldn’t stop. Crying and driving is a terrible combination. Fortunately it was just a quick Paris there and back.
Went to the hotel and our rooms still weren’t ready. Just wanted to get to bed for some much needed sleep. Eventually we checked in, took hours though. Brought the letter with me, just read it again and I cannot stop crying. I know this is it and it’s really hard.
I won’t write back to him.