February 24th, 1992
Flight from LHR – BOS, as a passenger – Somewhere over the Atlantic
I slept through the alarm and woke up with the phone ringing. Hoping Mum would answer (Dad was at work) I stuck my head under the pillow but Mum’s voice wafted up the stairs, to my room. Feeling like I’d been run over by a truck, I rolled out of bed and shuffled my way downstairs, checking to make sure Mum was out of ear shot as I picked up the receiver, fully expecting Ben to be on the other end.
“I thought you were going for the early flight!” Pamsy boomed.
“Ugh, keep your voice down,” I groaned. “My head is pounding.”
“Did you change your mind about going?”
It took my mushy mind a second before registering what she meant. “No, of course I didn’t change my mind, I just overslept, that’s all.”
“By about three hours!”
“Shit, I had better ring William and let him know I’ll be on the later flight.”
“Karen’s in trouble,” Pamsy sang.
“Oh well, he should probably know who I am before he marries me!”
Pamsy chuckled. “I still can’t believe you’re getting married! Your Mum sounds so excited, bless her, oh and make sure your Dad takes lots of pictures.”
“Good luck my lovely, I’ll be thinking of you.”
I felt the lump forming in my throat and croaked, “Thanks Pamsy.”
“Aw, now you’ve got me crying,” she sniffed. “I can’t believe you’re leaving me!”
“I’m not leaving you, I’m just getting married.”
“To a guy I haven’t met who lives three thousand miles away,” she blurted, before blowing her nose. “What will I do without you?”
“You’ll come and visit! Besides, I won’t be moving to the States until all the immigration stuff is sorted and that’ll take ages.”
I waited while she blew her nose again. “When you say ages, do you mean years?”
“So, I still have you for a little while,” she sighed.
“Pamsy, we’re best friends. You’ll be stuck with me forever!”