May 13th, 1990
Just tried ringing David but at four pm his time on a Sunday, he could be anywhere.
Arrived at LHR super early and going through customs, I didn’t dare ask Suzi what she did with the earrings! She insisted on taking my phone number but I’m learning that as much as we crew try to stay in touch, it’s almost impossible to arrange a get together unless you request a trip or get leave at the same time.
It was such a nice day that I pulled my bike out of the shed and (fueled by the new Madonna tape) rode for ages. It felt really good not only to get some exercise but to be out in the fresh (non-oppressive) air.
According to mum, Ben rang yesterday in the hopes he’d catch me before he left for his training course. I won’t deny that I felt a little pang, not only at the mention of his name, but that’s he’s gone. It’s strange to think he’s no longer just around the corner and is about to embark on a path that will no doubt change the direction of his life in the same way it’s changed mine. Maybe we’ll meet down route sometime. Now that would be interesting!