July 12th, 1989

July 12th, 1989

At home.

Home sweet home.

Landed in Manchester early and caught the shuttle to Heathrow. Flight time was just over an hour, which left only the drive home. Unfortunately, it took almost three hours to travel just sixty miles. Ugh!

When I stumbled into the hall with my heavy suitcase, mum was on the phone.

“Wait a wee minute Ma,” she said, with a big smile. “Here she is.”

Mum passed the phone to me and made a mad dash for the loo.

“Hi Nana.”

“Hullo hen, is that you just in?”

I laughed. “Yeah, I literally just walked in the door.”

“I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“No, I’m actually quite awake. How are you?” I asked.

“No too bad,” she said in a flat voice.

“You sound a bit tired.”

“It’s been awful hot here the past few days and it’s no letting up.”

“I’m sure it will soon. New York was really humid but it was so great it didn’t bother me.”

“Aye your mammy said you phoned and told her you loved it.”

“I really did. I can’t wait to go back.”

Nana let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“That’s exactly what your mammy said when she came back from working there, many moons ago.”

“And yet she never went back.”

“I’m sure the two of you will go together,” she said wistfully.

“We should all go. You’d love it Nana.”

“Oh hen, I think I’m a bit past that.”

“Never! Wait until I get my staff concessions in January and I’ll plan something for the three of us. Would you like that?”

“Ohhhhh,” she said, with more than a hint of excitement. “Now that would be something.”

Spent the afternoon flicking through a pile of brochures that arrived in the post, with info on French properties. Some of the homes look amazing, especially the older style places in the countryside. Ooh la la!

When dad got home from work, we talked about the logistics of me commuting to Heathrow. From France! Dad agrees with me that it could work but that I need to get over there and start looking around. Maybe I’ll end up marrying a French guy, although I have to say, I seem to be rather partial to the Americans!

Going to bed early and I feel like my head is still floating somewhere above the Empire State building.

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