August 12th, 1989

August 12th, 1989

Flight from LGW – AGP

On the train from Victoria to Gatwick

Train is packed tonight with enthusiastic holidaymakers on their way to the airport. The majority of whom are in possession of far too much luggage for a week on the Costa Del Sol (where incidentally, I was, earlier today!)

Because we’re flying again tomorrow, accommodation at the airport is provided and after I got settled in my room today, I ventured downstairs to the lobby to ring home.

“Hi mum.”

“Oh is that you, Karen?” Considering I’m an only child, this frequently used expression of mum’s cracks me up. “The phone hasnae stopped ringing all day. I feel like a receptionist.”

I laughed. “Who rang?”

“Stephen was the first one to phone this morning. He’s a laugh isn’t he?”

“He certainly is. Who else rang?” I asked.

“Pamsy. I told her she should come up and see us.”

“Uh-huh. Anybody else?”

“Aye, my ma, well, Nana, phoned. She’s no been feeling too well the past few days.”

“Oh no, I hope she’s ok.”

“I’m sure she will be, I think she’s just feeling a bit worn oot.”

“Maybe the heat is getting to her,” I said. “That can definitely wear you out.”

“Aye, but don’t forget, it’s no as warm up there as it is here.”

“That’s true. Was that the end of your receptionist duties for the day?”

“Oh no, that was far from it. Wee Frankie phoned and she had me in stitches. I really would like to meet her at some point.”

“You will, she’s a character. And you’re right, you’ve been busy today.”

“Aye I have and I’m just off the phone with LA.”

“What?” I asked, thinking I’d misheard.

“I thought I’d save the best for last. David phoned.”

“He did?”

“Aye. Oh that voice of his is lovely isn’t it?”

“What did he say?” I asked, quickly.

“Well, with the time change, I think he said he’s eight hours behind us, is that right?”

“That’s correct.”

“He phoned here at two so, oh aye that was early for him..”

“Mum! What did he say?”

“He wanted to try and get a hold of you before he left for the weekend.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

In a mixture of mum’s regular Glaswegian accent and an exaggerated American one, she drawled, “I’m going to spend the weekend at my folks’ place.”

“So he was going to visit his parents?”

“Aye, they live in San Diego…”

I interrupted again. “I know.”

Mum didn’t miss a beat. “So he said he’d be leaving his place at eight in the morning and then with the traffic, apparently the traffic is terrible there and…”

“Did he leave a number where I can get a hold of him?”

“Och, I knew there was something I forgot to ask him.”

I laughed. “That’s it. You’re fired.”

In order to get off the phone I told mum I was running out of coins. I hung up and felt a mixture of excitement knowing David had called and disappointment that I missed him. I jumped when I heard, “Evening, Miss McGarr.”

I spun around. “Annabel!”

“Darling! How are you?” she asked, placing her hands on my shoulders.

“Really well thanks,” I mumbled as she kissed my left cheek, right cheek and left cheek again. “What are you doing here?”

“I stopped in to say hello to a friend.” The way she said “friend” told me it was a male.

I grinned. “Anyone I know?”

“Possibly,” she said, tossing her long chestnut brown hair to one side, “but we can chat more about that later. Are you coming or going?”

“Staying. I just checked in a short while ago. It’s not worth me going all the way home only to come back tomorrow.”

Holding up her index finger, she said, “Let me guess. Cyprus?”

“That’s the one.”

“It’s a late check-in,” she said, flicking her hair. “I did it last week.” She paused for a second. “Come to London.”

“When?” I asked.

“Now, of course. I must pop into my flat first, to change. And I’ve arranged to meet some friends later in Bell-grey-v- ah.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. You’ll love them. Do come.”

I stared down at my stonewashed jeans and espadrilles. “I’d love to but I should change first.”

“No, you mustn’t,” she stated, holding her hand out to me. “Come along. You look simply divine.”


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