November 16th, 1989

November 16th, 1989

At home

Felt slightly jaded when I stepped off the aircraft into the early morning chill. The heat wasn’t working on the crew bus and by the time we got back to TriStar House, I was desperate for the loo. Made a mad dash in that direction then headed upstairs to check my mail slot.

He was standing by the filing cabinet, with his back to me.

“Hiya Graeme,” I said, coming up behind him.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, spinning to face me.

“No swearing in uniform,” I whispered. We laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“How are you?” he asked, kissing me on the cheek.

“A bit weary,” I yawned. “Just got in from Muscat. Am I mistaken or did you just put something in my mail slot?”

He grinned. “Caught.”

“What is it?” I asked, flicking through the folders to the letter M.

“It’s an invitation.”

I removed the envelope from the folder. “To what?”

“My thirtieth.”

“You’re going to be thirty?” It came out sounding incredulous. “Sorry,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush. “I didn’t realize you were that much…”

He laughed. “Hard to believe, huh?” He took a step back. “Go on, tell me I look good for my age.”

“You look good for your age.”

He laughed. “That wasn’t exactly sincere.”

“Best I can do right now.”

“I really hope you can make it. It’s going to be a huge do.”

“Sounds fantastic.”

“My number’s in there,” he said, pointing to the invitation.

“Great, I’ll let you know if I can make it.”

He smiled. “Have a nice sleep.”

“Thanks. By the way, where you off to?”

“Do I look that fresh?”

“You do actually but that’ll change after you hit the big three-o.”

He rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the reminder. I’m off to la-la land.”

“Ah, lovely.”

“One of my favourites actually.”

“Have a good trip oh and thanks for this,” I said, waving the envelope.

“No problem.” He kissed my cheek again. “Hope you can come. Bye.”

“Bye.” I said, turning to walk away. “Oh, Graeme.”


“I forgot to ask. When is your party?”

“A week from Sunday. November the twenty sixth.”


The day I fly to Japan to meet David.


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