September 22nd, 1990
Night flight from NBO – LHR
Heading home, which means I’m only hours away from talking to David on the phone.
Went to the market with Molly and Anita this morning but refrained from buying anything. I need to see how much money I have left after I pay the mortgage this month! Besides, I already have a lot of the hand-crafted items they sell, my favourite being the soapstone chess set.
We parted ways this afternoon in the hopes of getting some rest before flying tonight, but when I turned the telly on, “Sandy” was strutting her stuff in tight leather trousers, telling “Danny” he’s the one she wants. “Oo oo oo, honey!”
Grease is, indeed, the word!