June 7th, 1990
Picked mum up at LHR this morning and I swear I could make that drive with my eyes shut (not recommended!) I could tell right away that mum’s visit to Scotland to see Granda had taken a toll on her, poor thing, she’s really upset. Apparently Granda has lost a lot of weight and is very confused.
Mum said she was exhausted and went to bed so I took Tini for a lovely long walk then I made a pot of tea and spent most of the afternoon on the phone.
Carl – Can’t believe it’s been so long since we last chatted. Told him about showing up unannounced on David’s doorstep (was that really only last month?) in LA, when he thought the letter I’d written was to tell him I’m pregnant. After Carl stopped laughing, he said, “You’re not in the pudding club, are you?” Eh, no! I filled him in on the Antigua trip which he suggested we request together.
“Sorry, I can’t go back there.”
“I met a guy who’s stationed there under false pretenses.”
Carl laughed. “Did you tell him you’re quiet and innocent?”
“No, cheeky, I did not.”
“What’d you tell him then?”
“That my name is Madison Frazer and…”
Carl was laughing so hard I had to wait before telling him the rest.
“Oh sis, you really are too much, that’s brilliant.”
“So now I have to avoid the entire island.”
“What if you get called out on standby for an Antigua?”
“Shit, I never thought of that.”
“Well if it happens, you’ll have to spend two weeks holed up in the hotel or hope that, what’s his name again?”
“Or hope that Willy isn’t…”
“It’s William, not Willy.”
“And hope that William has left the island.”