September 10th, 1990

September 10th, 1990

Flight from AMS – LHR, as a passenger

At home, England

Two hours on the phone tonight with David tonight, during which I forgot I have a mortgage to pay!

“How was your weekend?” I asked.

“Uneventful. I was still jetlagged from Tokyo but I went surfing yesterday morning, it was awesome. You’d have loved the waves.”

“Aw, I really, really miss being there.”

“And I really, really miss you.”

“When will I see you again?”
“I’ll be in Germany next month.”

“Next month feels like forever away.”

“Maybe we can figure something out beforehand. Did you have a great time with Lorna?”

“I did, she’s so funny. Oh and your presence is requested at their wedding.”

“Cool. When?”
“Next March.”

Six months from now, please say yes!

“Awesome, I’ve never been to Holland.”

“They’re getting married in Bermuda.”

“Wow, I’ve never been there either. Unlike some people,” he laughed.

“I’ll show you around.”

“You always do. Another check mark for places visited, huh?”

“Where else do you think we should go?”
He laughed. “Guess where I want to go?”
“Ehm, I don’t know, where?”

“London. I love going to London with you.”

That’s the point at which the conversation turned from being the movie you take your kids to see, to the one you watch late at night in some cool art house, with subtitles!


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