June 30th, 1989
Flight from LHR – CDG – LHR
Feeling a bit weary tonight which is no surprise considering I crept back to my room ten minutes before call this morning. Call time comes an hour before we’re due to meet in the hotel lobby and head out to the aircraft and a mere hour this morning was nowhere near enough time for me.
Graeme was on a later Paris and when I was leaving his room, he said, “I’ll ring you.” Then he smirked and added, “Oh wait, I can’t. I don’t have your number.”
I just smiled and on my way back to my room I asked, “Who am I?” Bold or what! So unlike the old me! Graeme rang my room and said he had a great time and that we should really meet up again. We shall see.
Flights to and from Paris went well, although I have to say the service we offer on those short flights is just outrageous; newspapers, hot towels, full hot breakfast and two rounds of drinks, all served in under forty minutes. It always amazes me how we manage to get it all done and no sooner do we strap in for landing then we hit the runway.
Mum was in the garden when I got home and before she even opened the gate she started in on the questions.
“Sorry hen, I just have a lot to tell you.”
“Let me get changed first,” I said, kissing her cheek.
Even while I was upstairs, mum was still calling out questions but I pretended not to hear her and continued to change out of my uniform.
In the garden, over tea and strawberry tarts, we talked for hours. I told mum I bumped into a guy I met on a Bermuda trip and that we went to London for dinner. I forgot to tell her the rest!
“He sounds awful nice she said with a big smile. “Do you like him?”
“I do like him, he’s great fun and very easy to be around, but…”
“But what?” she asked, touching my arm.
“Nothing,” I said, suddenly feeling choked.
“Janice told me about you and Ben,” she blurted.
“Aye, she told me because she knew you were upset.”
“Well now you know.”
“I cannae say I’m sorry you’ve split up. I don’t think he was the one for you but I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“I’m ok,” I sighed. “Sometimes I feel really sad over it but if he doesn’t want to be with me there’s nothing I can do to change that so I’m just getting on with it.”
“That’s ma lassie,” she said. “Oh, I meant to tell you Jon phoned last night.”
“Did you talk his ear off for an hour before you mentioned I wasn’t here?”
She laughed, “Maybe a wee bit longer than that.”
“You’re lucky he likes you,” I teased.
“Dad and I both like him, we were just talking about him last night and then he phoned. It was uncanny.”
“What did he have to say?”
“He just came back from Africa.”
I was surprised. “What was he doing there?”
“He was on holiday in Cape Town, said it was fantastic, great prices and beautiful scenery.”
“Wow, good for him. I didn’t know he was going on holiday.”
And how would I? It’s not like I ever make any effort to keep in touch with him.