May 17th, 1990
Night flight MIA – LHR
Thanks to a fuel spillage that took ages to clean up, we finally took off almost three hours after the scheduled departure time. Needless to say, the passengers were not impressed (nor was I!) and with no power on the aircraft whilst sitting on the tarmac, it didn’t take long for the cabin to start feeling like a sauna.
The stress of that was in sharp contrast to the lovely, relaxing day I enjoyed in Miami, complete with a marathon writing session, during which, David rang.
“This is a nice surprise.”
“That was my intention, I wasn’t sure if you’d be around.”
“I went for a walk this morning but it was humid and you know how I feel about humidity.”
“Yes, I do!” he laughed. “What’re you doing?”
“Oh man,” he groaned.
I laughed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to drop that on you.”
“You know I’m calling from work, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I also know you have your own office.”
He let out a hearty laugh.
“Soooo,” I purred. “As I way saying. I’m writing. A lot.”
We talked for a little while longer, before David had to get back to work and now it’s time for me to slip my shoes back on and do the same.