March 6th, 1990
Just got home from seeing “Born on the Fourth of July,” which was very heavy but really good. Mum loves Tom Cruise, he doesn’t really do anything for me but I think he’s a good actor.
It rained all day so I mostly read, wrote letters, drank too much tea and ate far too many chocolate biscuits. Definitely my kind of day!
Over dinner earlier, Dad was teasing me, asking if I still have a job! When I told him I’m going to New York on Thursday mum’s ears perked up.
“I didnae know you were going to New York,” she said.
“I thought I told you last week.”
She shook her head no. “Is it too late to get me a ticket?”
“For what?” I asked.
“So I can go with you.”
“You just came back from Hong Kong, Liz,” dad said, in an incredulous tone.
“Aye but I’ve no been to New York yet,” she shot back.
“Maybe you can come with me next time, mum.”
“Are you sure it’s too late to get me a ticket?” she asked.
“I think so,” I said, hoping she believed me.