October 2nd, 1990

October 2nd, 1990

Night flight from BOS – LHR

Millie just finished crew rest but I have another twenty minutes. She came into the crew rest area laden not only with my favourite chocolate biscuits but several plates of delicious chilled seafood from the First Class galley.

“I’m so glad you got called out for this trip,” I said, greedily picking apart a chunk of lobster tail. “This is the best back to back I’ve ever done.”

Millie laughed. “You’re just saying that because a pilot gave you his phone number.”

“Yeah right.”

“Flight deck floozie,” she said with a wink. “Actually, to be honest with you, I think Richard was really nice.”

“Hmmm,” I mumbled, polishing off the last of the seafood. “He’s only been flying for two years.”

“Longer than you. Did he tell you he always wanted to be a pilot?”

“No, he said he actually wanted to be a footballer but he got some sort of injury when he was a teenager.”

“Oh wow…”

“I know, not exactly the norm for pilots, is it?”

“Not at all,” she said. “Well, maybe if things don’t work out with David you can give Richard a ring.”


“What?” she asked.

“Things are working out with David.”

“Yeah I know but you know what it’s like with this job and stuff. I can’t even find a boyfriend in the UK let alone manage a long-distance relationship.”

“Yes, but you have issues,” I said, not entirely joking.

“And you’re perfect”, she said in a sarcastic tone.

“Far from it. At least yours are only once a month. Mine are ongoing!”

She laughed. “How much did you want to throttle me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Which time?”

She shook her head. “Guess I had better up my intake of Primrose Oil.”

“Might be a good idea. And just so you know, I’m keeping a calendar so I can avoid you during that time.”

“Good idea,” she said with a little chuckle. “And will you do me a huge favour and let me know a week ahead of time so I don’t leave the house?”

“Deal. Oh and thank you for the yummies,” I said, wiping my mouth. “That went down a treat.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

I’m sitting here thinking about my Nana on what would’ve been her seventy-second birthday. I have no doubt mum has been doing the same and hopefully isn’t feeling upset. The last thing mum needs as we get closer to winter is to dwell on something that makes her feel sad. The darker the days get, the more prone mum becomes to suffering from another bout of what she sometimes refers to as, “the dark tunnel.”

The one place I definitely don’t want to lose her to.


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