November 4th, 1990
Flight from AGP – LGW, as passengers
At home, England
This morning I was on the beach in Spain with mum, tonight I’m home eating Swiss chocolates Frankie left to thank me for my hospitality. She also left two bottles of wine that shall remain unopened. For now!
Millie met us at LGW and took us to hers, where my car was parked.
“You both look well,” she remarked, plying us with tea and biscuits. “How was it?”
“It was a smashing wee break,” mum smiled. “I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
“Me too,” I nodded.
“I hope you took lots of pictures,” Millie said.
“Only a few actually, we were too busy having fun.”
“Good for you,” said Millie. “Nothing better than time away.”
Mum laughed. “You two are always away!”
“Being away on a work trip is different, mum.”
“Speaking of pictures and trips,” Millie said. “I just had more pictures developed from our Antigua trip, do you want to see them?”
“Took you long enough,” I laughed. “That was back in May.”
Millie smiled. “Not my strong suit.”
Over more tea and biscuits, we talked our way through the first stack of pictures of sun and sea and smiling faces.
“What a trip!” I said. “I still can’t believe we got paid to spend two weeks on an island.”
Mum held up a picture. “Who’s this hunk?”
“That’s William,” Millie said.
“Och, he’s handsome isn’t he,” she cooed. “I like his eyes.”
“Karen liked them too!” Millie blurted. I kicked her under the table and gave her “a look.” Mum looked at me expectantly.
“What?” I said, feeling the flush rise in my cheeks as mum continued. “Do you have something to tell me?”
I shook my head no and mum looked at Millie, who I hoped would keep her mouth shut. “William and Madison, I mean, ehm, Karen were pretty eh, chummy. Right, Karen?”
“He was nice,” I said, passing mum a picture of Millie and Dolly on the beach.
“Oh nooooo,” mum uttered. “Yer no getting away that easily. Why didn’t you tell me about William?”
“I thought I did,” I said. My cheeks felt like they were on fire.
“You thought wrong,” she stated, studying William’s picture again. “What actually happened?”
“Och, for goodness sake,” she laughed. “I was a young lassie once you know. And I can tell you if I bumped into a boy who looked like that, I would’ve done more than dance with him!”
Millie and I cracked up laughing. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!