September 29th, 1989
Flight from DEL – AUH
Hilton Hotel, Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates
Call time in Delhi was two thirty am. An unearthly hour when one’s stomach does not appreciate getting up and doing silly things like taking a shower. Putting on make-up and a uniform when you should be in bed always feels unnatural and is certainly not my favourite thing about working for British Airways.
When we arrived in Abu Dhabi, there was a message from crewing in London to say our trip has been extended and we need to operate one more sector back to Delhi before we can fly home.
I was absolutely knackered but I think the news of the change made me feel even worse. I went to bed for a few hours then met most of our crew for dinner, during which most of the conversation centred around the difficulties that arise when something like this happens and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Quite a few of our crew are parents of young children and I can’t imagine what a nightmare it must be trying to juggle your family life, from thousands of miles away.
The change to this trip means I’ve been taken off the LA, which, needless to say, I’m really upset about. I’ve had my heart set on going to see David and now I have no idea when that will happen.
At this point, eleven days into the trip, all I want to do is go home.