September 19th, 1989
Flight from LHR – AUH
I’ve been up since four this morning so this extended period of crew rest time is much appreciated. Made possible by the efficient nature of the Purser I’m working with in Economy. Makes such a difference working alongside someone who still enjoys flying and shows it not only by looking out for the crew but also by interacting positively with the passengers.
I got to TriStar House a tad early for check-in and bumped into Graeme who I flew with (and kissed!) back in June, during a Bermuda trip.
“Hey you,” he said, kissing me on each cheek. “You look well.”
“Thanks, so do you. Where are you off to?” I asked.
“Nice one. I can’t wait to go there.”
“It’s brilliant, you’ll love it.”
“I’m sure I will.”
“But not as much as that Bermuda,” he said, laughing.
“I don’t know about that.”
“By the way, thanks for ringing me after that trip.”
I waited to feel the flush in my cheeks, but it didn’t happen. “Sorry, I just never got round to it.”
“I’m well aware of that.”
“Thanks for the funny notes you’ve been popping in my mail slot.”
“So you have actually been receiving them?” he teased.
“Yeah, I have, sorry I haven’t responded.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Are you seeing someone?”
“Mysterious as always, I like that about you,” he said.
“It’s a long story.”
“Hmmm, that told me nothing.”
“Perhaps that was my intention,” I said, surprising myself.
He laughed. “Mission accomplished. You still have my number?”
I nodded my head, yes.
“Good.” He looked at his watch. “Gotta go,” he said, kissing me on each cheek again.
“Ok, hope you have a good trip.”
“I didn’t even ask where you’re going,” he laughed.
“Fourteen day Abu Dhabi, Delhi and KL.”
“Ugh,” he said, sticking out his tongue. “I hate long trips. Too bad you’re not coming to Hong Kong. I’d love to show you around.”
There was so much I could say in response but instead, I just smiled and waved as he walked away.