June 28th, 1989
Flight from LHR – CDG – LHR
Excelsior Hotel, Heathrow
Oh, the price we pay for such nights! Call came at five am and I stumbled around in the dark getting ready so I wouldn’t wake Stephen up. He didn’t even stir when I used the hairdryer!
I went to and from Paris and when I got back to my room, Stephen was still asleep so I went to bed and promptly did the same.
Woke up with Stephen singing and when I told him I’d already been to Paris he said he didn’t believe me! We ordered tea and toast on room service, ridiculously, excessively expensive and absolutely necessary.
Stephen and I drove to Three Bridges, where we met up with a few friends from our days at Air Europe. With a tummy full of curry, I dropped Stephen off at the train station and I drove back here alone. With time to think, it occurred to me that I’m single and can do whatever I want. Those thoughts made me feel really sad and prompted me to write a lengthy reply to Ben’s recent letter. But I doubt I’ll send it.