August 25th, 1990
Home sweet home, England
First night in my new house and I have carpets!
In my absence, dad managed to contact someone from the flooring company’s head office and with the help of Florence and her husband’s work van, they were able to salvage the carpets I paid for, which (especially financially) is very good news.
“Will you be ok there tonight by yerself?” Dad asked, as I was jamming the last of my stuff into the car.
“Of course I will.”
“You know you can phone us anytime, right? Day or night.”
“I know, thanks dad,” I smiled. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Dad, I spend half my life alone in a hotel room!”
“Aye but that’s different.”
“Trust me, I’ll be ok.”
“Do me a wee favour and give mum a phone in the morning when you wake up.”
I just had a bath, overflowing with bubbles and I’m getting ready to ring David for a chat nobody else will hear.