March 11th, 1990

March 11th, 1990

At home

Judging from the glazed look on everyone’s face this morning and the sloth-like movements, I’d say the party was a roaring success!

By lunchtime, they were all raring to go again but I wasn’t in the mood for another round of partying so I decided to come home. Tina offered to drop me off at the train station and on the way, we had a nice catch up.

“Now we just have to get you sorted,” she laughed.

“Good luck with that!”

“Uff, I think you’ll be married before you know it.”

“Married? I don’t want to get married!”

“Aye, well, you know what I mean.”

“I’d be happy just having someone to go out and do stuff with.”

“When you’re actually at home.

“Well yeah,” I continued. “That’d be nice.”

She nodded her head, yes. “It’s complicated, though, isn’t it? I mean, would you like to be the one sitting at home twiddling your thumbs while your partner is out gallivanting all over the world?”

“Nope,” I said in a way that made her laugh.

“Neither would I, which is why it’s good that Daniel and I are crew. We understand each other.”

“So you think the perfect boyfriend for me might be cabin crew?”

“Nah,” she laughed. “I don’t think perfect exists but if you go out with somebody in the same line of work, it’s much easier.”

“Did I tell you Ben is applying to be cabin crew?”

“Oh dear Lord, no, don’t tell me that!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve never even met him!”

“Aye but I’ve heard the stories and if he joins British Airways, heaven help him if he gets stuck on a trip wi Lorna.”

“He has an interview coming up with Virgin so let’s hope they take him.”

“Aye, let’s hope so,” she smiled, pulling into the train station.

 

 

 

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