August 24th, 1991

August 24th, 1991

At home, England

My four day Seattle trip was cancelled (no idea why) and now I’m on standby. With a maximum of only four hours’ notice, I could get called to fly pretty much anywhere in the world. As cool as that sounds, the reality of it means I won’t be able to go to Spain with mum. After everything mum does for me, I hate to disappoint her but I know she’ll understand. Still, I was really looking forward to a nice little getaway that doesn’t revolve around the needs of hundreds of passengers!


June 20th, 1991

June 20th, 1991

Omni Hotel, San Francisco

With the eight-hour time difference, being on the West Coast typically consists of very early mornings and not so late nights but by the time I got to bed I’d been up for 29 hours so I guess that theory’s out the window!

Consequently, I was surprised to see most of the crew in the lobby this morning, the more senior members looking somewhat bleary eyed. The first class purser, a take charge sort, had taken it upon himself to book the ferry tickets (for 19!) to Sausalito. Bloody Mary’s were the order of the day on the hour-long ferry ride and I was the only one who didn’t partake (only because I don’t like tomato juice!)

I love the different characters of crew and the various tidbits you pick up about a place from other crew experiences. Rowena led us to her favourite boutique where I passed over way too much money for a white cotton jumper I’ll probably never wear. Anton is seriously into art and took us to his favourite gallery, an art deco style building, filled with papier mache statues that cost a small fortune. “It’s only bloody paper,” Jade chirped in her cockney accent, making us laugh. From there we made our way to the restaurant on the hill, suggested by Anna, and drank Californian wine recommended by Jason.

Malcolm began telling us about Sausalito’s involvement in World War II, during which 20,000 people on each of three shifts, built a liberty vessel every 13 days! Between 1942 and 1945, a total of 93 ships were built, all in that quaint little place we spent the most enjoyable day.

Ah, the stuff we learn (and the things we buy!)


March 23rd, 1991

March 23rd, 1991

Hilton Hotel, Melbourne, Australia

Saturday night in Melbourne started with a scrumptious crew dinner that swiftly erased any memory of tedious swims (all two of them!) and dull, limp salads.

On the walk back to the hotel, Andy and I sang songs from Mary Poppins (he insisted on being Julie Andrews) and talked about all sorts.

“Ooooh, look, look,” he cooed, pointing to the shuttle bus pulling up outside the entrance to the hotel. “I wonder if we’ll know anybody.”

“You will,” I laughed. “You know everybody.”

“Let’s sit here and watch them go in.”

I sat next to him on the bench, feeling the first of the Autumn chill. “Do you think they’ll see us?”

“Nah, they’ll be too knackered to be paying attention.”

First off the bus was a woman I’ve flown with, whose name escaped me.

“Shelia”, Andy said. “Lovely old bird. She’s been flying since its discovery,  oh and here come the glamour girls, aw bless, look at them, teetering on them heels. Bet their feet are killin ‘em.”

I stifled a giggle, followed by, “Shit!”

“You know him?”

“Oh yes, quite well actually.”

“Tut, tut, tut,” Andy clucked, teasingly. “What’s his name?”


“Don’t know ‘im but he’s nice looking. You want to go and say hello to him?”


He gave me a questioning look. “You sure?”


“There’s a story there, I know it.”

“There’s always a story. The fact is, I’m just not in the mood for pleasantries, you know?”

“Ooooh, get you, being all ballsy,” he chuckled, pressing his shoulder against mine. “I know those two,” he said, motioning to two handsome looking men.


“Not in the mood either.”

I laughed. “So, I guess we’ll stay here ‘til they check in.”

“Definitely. And then I think it’s time for a night cap? Yeah?”

I nodded in agreement. “What goes with nightcap?”

He licked his lips lasciviously, making me laugh, then breathed, “Chocolate mousse!”


March 20th, 1991

March 20th, 1991

Dusit Thani Hotel, Bangkok, Thailand

I was wide awake at 0520 and thought about ordering breakfast on room service, but I always order too much, then wonder why I end up feeling full with no energy!

So, now that I’m 24 and mature (!) I’m going to start making changes to my not so great behavior, which began with a trip to the hotel pool, where I actually swam ‘til I was out of breath (only because I was the only one there, otherwise I’d have given up long beforehand!)

Tonight, while the others tucked into heaps of food, I ate salad and drank only two glasses of wine.

It’s a start!




March 16th, 1991

March 16th, 1991

At home

New roster arrived in this morning’s post and I have a four day trip to Los Angeles! This will be my first time back since that wretched morning last November, when David came to my hotel room and turned my world upside down.

As part of mum’s upcoming 50th birthday gift, I suggested she accompany me on the trip, which involved not a second of arm twisting! Of course I want mum to see LA but having her presence will be really nice, just in case it hurts more than I think it might.


March 12th, 1991

March 12th, 1991

Night flight BDA – LGW

Sore feet, throbbing head, happy heart! That’s my present condition as we wing our way home, after the most amazing time celebrating Lorna and Klaus’s nuptials.

Meryl and Kimberly are working while Carl and I are on first crew rest. No sooner did we pull the curtain around us when Carl fell into the seat and zonked out! We only have thirty minutes, so while Carl’s getting a crick in his neck, I’m drinking tea and chomping my way through a plate of biscuits.

Ah, the glamour!



March 11th, 1991

March 11th, 1991

Hamilton Princess Hotel, Bermuda

What is it about a wedding that makes you feel all mushy and brings thoughts to the forefront on when it might be your turn!

Met first thing in Lorna’s “friend from home,” Joanna’s room, where the Champagne flowed mightily while we helped Lorna get ready. When she finally appeared in her wedding gown, there was much blubbering, followed by giggles over a few not so innocent stories the married girls shared about their “Wedding Night Experiences!”

The marriage ceremony took place in the Most Holy Trinity Cathedral, a truly majestic looking building, filled with a sense of serenity. I haven’t attended many weddings but in that setting, listening and watching Lorna and Klaus make their vows, it brought home the seriousness of such a sacred commitment.

From the cathedral, we headed back to the hotel and boarded a beautifully outfitted yacht, most befitting of such an occasion. While we sailed around the harbour, the conversation turned to, not surprisingly, love, in particular how many times we’ve been in love (twice) and who we think we’ll marry. When it came my turn, Carl scoffed when I said, “I haven’t met him yet.”

“I disagree,” he winked, prompting me to give him a questioning look and ask, “Who?”

“Jon,” he grinned.

“Jon’s lovely but he’s not the one for me. Besides, he’s all loved up with some new girl.”

“You missed the boat there,” Carl tutted. “He’s a great bloke.”

“I really liked him as well,” Kimberly pouted.

“Me too,” Meryl sighed. “But David was my favourite.”

Catching my look of surprise, she mouthed, “Sorry. That just came out!!”
Hearing David’s name filled me with sadness, but fortunately it was time for the newlyweds to cut the cake so there was no time for dwelling.

The celebration continued tonight, in town, where I dabbled in a little Italian love with a hunk called Luciano, one of the few advantages of being single at a wedding!


March 10th, 1991

March 10th, 1991

Flight from BDA – NAS – BDA

Hamilton Princess Hotel, Bermuda

I’m so enjoying this trip, which took precedence over a weekend in the English countryside at what I expect would be some stately home (ah!) owned by Jacob’s parents. Frankie and I had a good laugh after I remembered I was actually due to be here in Bermuda for Lorna’s wedding!

Just rolled in from a most entertaining evening with the wedding gang. We’re all so familiar with each other that it’s hard to believe we only met just over two years ago. Life for all of us has changed so much, all from joining British Airways as Cabin Crew.

Operated the shuttle to and from Nassau, with high winds and a deluge that drenched us while we waited for the crew bus to appear. Carl said the only remedy for the cold was rum and lots of it, so we headed to his room to put his theory to the test!

Several hours later, we made our way into town. I walked with Lorna, who seemed quieter than usual.

“Penny for your thoughts,” I said, linking my arm through hers.

“I’m just thinking about tomorrow,” she said, sounding wistful.

I squeezed her arm. “It’s going to be amazing!”

Carl and Daniel lead the way,  with Klaus walking between them. Klaus kept looking back, blowing kisses in Lorna’s direction.

“Look at him,” I said. “He’s totally gaga about you.”

“He is that,” she sighed.

Sensing something that I couldn’t put my finger on, I stopped walking. “Lorna, is there anything you want to talk about?”

“Nah,” she said. “I think I’ve just got a bad case of the wedding jitters.”

“I can only imagine what a big deal it is.”

“I think it’s just, you know, moving to Holland dealing with his family and stuff. It feels like a lot.”

I nodded. “I think once you’re married it’ll be different.”

She gave me a questioning look.

“What I mean is, I think your relationship with his family will be different.”

“How so?”

“I think once you’re his wife, it’ll be easier for you to tell them to piss off,” I said, making her laugh.


March 6th, 1991

March 6th, 1991

At home

The sun was already up when Frankie began showing signs of fatigue, starting with droopy eyelids that ended up shut, but only after she slumped off the couch onto the floor in the most spectacular way! I didn’t see the need in rousing her out of what sounded like deep slumber, so I covered her with a blanket, stuck a cushion under her head and went to bed!

Didn’t stir ‘til after two this afternoon and only because the radio was being blasted downstairs.

“Morning,” Frankie chirped when she spotted me shuffling down the stairs. “I have an idea!”

“Hopefully it involves tea, toast and closing the blinds,” I said, shielding my eyes from the light streaming through the French doors.

“Let’s go to London!”
“When?” I yawned.

“Now! Well, when you’re ready. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

I made a groaning sound she chose to ignore. “Wake up, you!” she shrieked, throwing her arms around me. “I’ll make you tea and toast but only if you promise we can go to London.”

I groaned again but had to laugh when Frankie playfully shook her tiny fists in my direction.

“Well?” she asked, expectantly.

“Deal,” I smiled. “But only if you turn the music down. My head is throbbing.”

“Woo-hoo,” she yelled. “Buttery toast and lashings of tea coming right up. But the music stays on!”

And off to London we go!


March 5th, 1991

March 5th, 1991

At home, England

Frankie’s in the house! I picked her up from the train station and we haven’t stopped talking (or drinking) since!

When I came out of the bathroom, I heard Frankie on the phone. I knew it hadn’t rung so I held back to allow her some privacy but before going into my room, I heard her say; “So, what time is it in Antigua?” followed by, “Oh yeah, she’ll be back in a minute.”

“Who is that?” I demanded, dashing down the stairs.

“William,” she mouthed, her signature mischievous grin more than evident.

“Give me the phone!” I said, quickly grabbing it out of her hand. “Hello?”

“Sounds like you guys are partying!”

“Ehm, yes, ah, yes we are,” I stuttered, slapping my hand in Frankie’s direction.

“Frankie sounds awesome!”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, avoiding her gleeful gaze. “She’s something else, that’s for sure. Anyway, we’re in the middle of something so I’ll let you go but I’ll catch up with you soon, ok, byeeeee.”

Before William had a chance to respond, I hung up and glared at Frankie.

“Sorry,” she smiled, clearly not meaning it.

“How did you get William’s number?”

“It’s right there, silly.” She pointed to the slip of paper next to the phone.

“But what, I mean…why?”

“I just wanted to ask him if he loves you.” She looked so innocent I almost believed she was.

“What did he say?”

“He said he fell in love with you the first time he saw you.”

For some ridiculous reason, I felt the flush rise in my cheeks.

“Awww,” she purred. “Looks like you wuv him too.”

“Frankie, I hardly even know him! He met me under false pretenses! And we’ve talked plenty since I spilled the beans after Christmas about my true identity, but I still don’t know him.”

“But don’t you see,” she pleaded. “None of that matters.”

She looked so hopeful, I didn’t have the heart to tell her it matters to me.