January 23rd, 1990
Flight from LHR – JED – DOH
The Oasis Hotel & Beach Club, Doha, Qatar
I was five minutes late getting to TriStar House this morning, where I was greeted by the scornful wrath of Helen, on the crewing desk. She was so annoyed that I fully expected her to say she was taking me off the trip (which would not exactly have made me cry!) but she obviously knew the best punishment would be to send me here.
On a positive note, Doha is dry, so with no alcohol in sight it’ll give me a chance to catch up on some much needed sleep. We made a quick stop in Jeddah today, which always makes the duty day feel much longer but that’s not why I’m knackered.
Just as I was about to leave the house yesterday, Jack rang.
“Sorry I had to cancel on Sunday.”
“I take it you’re feeling better?”
“Much better,” he said. “Back at work today.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“What are you up to?”
“I’m just getting ready to drive to Hampton Hill.”
“Hampton Hill? What’s in Hampton Hill?”
“Three very good friends. And a flat. Where I’m spending the night.”
He laughed. “Sounds like a big night ahead.”
“I don’t expect it to be, I have an early morning check in, hence the…”
“Oh, so you’re free tonight?”
“Hampton Hill’s my neck of the woods, I could meet you for a drink.”
“You live in London!”
“You know what I mean.”
I laughed. “You’re nowhere close to where I’m going.”
“I can be.”
“Ok, let’s meet for a drink,” I said, surprising myself.
“Where?” he asked.
“I don’t know the area that well and I hate driving in new places, so..”
He laughed. “Don’t worry about that, just tell me where you’ll be and I’ll come and pick you up.”
That’s how it started; an incredible night in London with Jack, the guy I had no desire to kiss not even two weeks ago, when I feigned food poisoning just to get away from him!
And now, after our lingering kiss by the bus stop outside the flat last night, I can’t wait to get home and do it all again.