November 9th, 1989

November 9th, 1989

Flight from LHR – CDG – LHR

Excelsior Hotel, Heathrow

Call came just three short hours after Jon dropped me off. When I answered the phone, I felt groggy and would’ve given anything to stay in bed but once again, Paris was calling. Both the outbound and inbound flights were chock-a-block, with impeccably dressed French women.

Back at the hotel, it was a quick change, in preparation for Sam’s arrival. He came bounding into my room, talked incessantly for about five minutes, then fell into the chair and asked, “How are you darling?”

“I think the question is how are you?”

He laughed. “Obviously I’m excited to see you. Oh, and I have a favour to ask.”


“How do you feel about a quick detour to the Windsor area before we meet Lolly?” he asked.

“Let me guess, you have an appointment with Her Majesty.”

“No darling, we all know there’s only one queen around here.”

I laughed. “But of course. Actually, I’ve never been to Windsor Castle, I’d love to see it.”

Sam feigned a yawn. “Oh please, if you’ve seen one castle, you’ve seen them all.”

“Ok, so if we’re not going to the castle then where are we going?”

Pretending to sweep his hair off his face, he said, “To the land of floppy haired boys.”

“Sorry, Sam, I have no idea what you’re on about.”

“Eton, darling. Eton College.”

The young men of Eton, dressed in their tailcoats, were indeed a sight to behold and it was I who insisted Sam and I take another slow walk around the perimeter of the main building.

“I knew you’d like it here,” Sam grinned.

“Oh yes,” I said. “So much better than tea with the queen.”

Our next stop was in Richmond, where we met up with Lolly and her ex-boyfriend, Gary, who was so gorgeous that I’m wondering why he’s her ex! He was also really friendly and very easy to talk to. For the remainder of the evening, there was barely a lull in the conversation and plenty of laughs.

We talked about how much our lives have changed since we joined British Airways back in January and how fortunate we are to be making a living from flying around the world. Sam suggested the three of us buy a flat together, which I don’t think would be the worst thing to do. There’s no way I could afford to buy a flat around Richmond by myself, at least not yet, so maybe Sam’s idea is one way we can at least get our feet on the property ladder.


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