October 7th, 1989
Feeling slightly anxious about tomorrow because I just got called out for a trip on the Boeing 747! This’ll be my first time working on that type of aircraft and yay, I’m going to America but unfortunately, not to Los Angeles.
David asked me to ring if I got called out, so, being a Saturday, I rang him at home. I was really hoping he’d be there but I ended up leaving a message on his machine. It’s almost midnight here, so I doubt he’ll ring back now.
Had a nice chat to Nana today and she said she’s already counting the days ‘til she comes for Christmas. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I might not be here on the actual day. At the moment, all I know is that I’m flying out tomorrow and will be back on Monday. Beyond that, who knows!
Rang the girls’ flat and Carl’s brother answered the phone! He and Carl sound alike so at first I thought that’s who it was but when I heard the impatient tone of his voice, I knew it wasn’t Carl.
“What’s lover boy doing there?” I asked Lorna.
“You tell me,” she said, sounding huffy.
“Are he and Kimberly going out together?”
“Nah, I don’t think so. He’s really no her type,” she whispered.
“I agree but as they say, love is strange.”
“Aye well you would know about that,” she chuckled.
“Hey, that’s not very nice,” I laughed. “Albeit true.”
“Aye well, speaking of love I’m off to clog land tomorrow.”
“To see mister KLM?” I asked.
“Good for you. I guess this means I don’t have to ask how it’s going.”
“D’ye know something? It’s absolutely smashing,” she said, sounding a lot like mum sometimes does.
I couldn’t help but squeal. “This is so exciting!”
“Oh aye, he’s fantastic in every way. And just so easy-osy.”
“Unlike you,” I teased.
“Aye, well, look who’s talking.”
“Sounds like you overdosed on your nasty girl pills again,” I said, managing to keep a straight face.
“That’s a good yin”, she laughed. “Listen, don’t worry about working on the Jumbo tomorrow, it’s a fab aircraft, you’ll love it.”
“That’s good to hear, thank you.”
“Aye you’ll be fine. Nothing to worry about.”
“Well, no in that department anyway.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“The next thing we have to do is get you sorted out with someone and I don’t mean with that bloody Ben.”
“I didn’t even mention him!”
“Aye, but I know that’s what you were thinking.”
“Oh, so now you’re a mind reader,” I said tartly.
“Uff, I don’t think even a clairvoyant could keep track of your love life.”
I don’t disagree.