March 3rd, 1990

March 3rd, 1990

At home

Spent the day with mum, shopping, which is always fun, especially on a lovely day like today. Before heading home, we wandered around the outdoor market and enjoyed baked potatoes filled with beans, slathered in coleslaw. I was so full when we got home, that I took a nap for a few hours and woke up just as mum and dad were heading out to H&M’s for dinner. I’d liked to have joined them but I was in the mood for a chat with David, one where I could talk freely.

In the hallway, on my way from the kitchen to the living room, I spilled most of my tea when the phone rang and made me jump.

“Shit,” I shouted, rubbing the damp patch with my foot as I picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Pamsy asked.

“Is it that obvious?”

“What happened?”

“I just spilled most of my tea.”

“Did you trip?”

“No, I got a fright when the phone rang.”

She let out a hearty laugh. “Sorry for laughing but I thought I was the only one who did that.”

“Evidently not,” I said, continuing to rub my foot over the damp spot.

“Do you want me to ring you back?”

“Oh no, it’s fine,” I said, collapsing into the phone chair. “It’ll dry. Besides, it’s only tea.”

“Exactly. Anyway, how are you? Aside from having no tea.”

“I’m really well, thanks, how are you?”

“A bit knackered, I just got back from Tenerife.”

“Ugh, that’s a long day.”

“Vile passengers both ways, drunk on the outbound and depressed and severely sunburned on the inbound.”

“Nice to know the package tour brigade are still alive and well.”

“Right? I flew with Katrina, do you remember her?”

“I’m not sure. What’s her last name?”

“I think it’s Avalon.”

“Is she really tall?” I asked.

“Yeah, she’s like six two.”

“I remember her. Did she work up front with you today?”

“Yeah and I didn’t have to reach for anything, it was great.”

“Oh to be so tall.”

“You’re tall.”

“I’m only five seven, I still have to reach up to close the hat racks.”

She laughed, “Yeah, me too. Anyway, she was lovely and we had a good natter on turnaround.”

“Nice.”

“Hmmm, was actually. She was telling me she’s been working in recruiting recently.”

“I didn’t know Air Europe were still recruiting.”

“Oh yeah, the company is growing rapidly.”

“That’s good to hear, they’re such a good airline.”

“Katrina was telling me some funny stuff about some of the wannabees she interviewed the other day, one of whom you know rather well.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Who do you think?”

“Not Ben?”

“Yes, bloody Ben!”

“Wait,” I said. “How do you know it was him?”

“Katrina mentioned the name Ben and I put two and two together.”

“I’m sure there’s more than one guy called Ben out there, applying to airlines.”

“It was him,” she stated.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Katrina remembered his last name.”

“He made that much of an impression, huh?”

“Yeah but not in a good way, she said he was really full of himself.”

“Gee, quelle surprise. I guess this means he won’t be working for Air Europe.”

“Not a chance,” she said, sounding smug. “But there’s always British Airways.”

 

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