October 12th, 1990
Flight from CAI – LGW
At home, England
Call time was three thirty this morning which can only be described as hideous, but on the plus side, with a flight time just under five hours, I was home early. Waiting on the door mat to greet me was the phone bill, the amount of which I responded to with a slew of expletives, all before I’d even removed my uniform jacket!
Driven by my new level of poverty, I went to mum and dads for dinner, over which, the conversation turned to the weather.
“Was it scorching in Cairo?” Mum asked.
“It was on the way to and from the hotel but other than that, I didn’t set foot outside the hotel.”
“Uff, I’d be at the pool day and night.”
“That’s because you’re a sun worshipper.”
“I’m dreading the winter,” she sighed as a look of concern flashed across dad’s face.
“Why don’t the two of you go away for a wee break?” he suggested.
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“My phone bill is eh, pretty hefty, to say the least.”
“Och, well that’s understandable,” mum chirped. “Given how much time you spend on the phone with David.”
“The price of love,” dad said with a little chuckle.
“And worth every penny, right Tommy?”
“Honestly, you two, behave!” I said, trying not to laugh. “What’re you like!”
“Anyway”, mum continued. “Where should we go for a wee bit of winter sun?”
I looked at dad. “Don’t worry about the money,” he said, waving his hand.
“Thanks dad. How about I buy staff travel tickets to say, somewhere in Spain and you and mum pay for, well, pretty much everything else.”
Dad laughed and mum looked eager. “When can we go?”
“I have leave the first week of November, we could go then.”
“What about David?” Mum asked.
“He’ll be in Japan that week. I probably won’t see him now ‘til Thanksgiving.” Just saying it made me sad.
“Spain it is!” Mum said, jumping up off the couch. “C’mon upstairs Karen and help me sort my clothes out for Espana.”
I didn’t have the heart to point out the obvious, like the fact we’re not going for at least another three weeks!