August 12th, 1990

August 12th, 1990

At home

Got home at six tonight, just as mum and dad were heading out to H&M’s for dinner. Hopefully they’ll return with piles of delicious nosh that’ll carry us through the weekend!

I was in the kitchen, combing through the stack of post that arrived in my absence and there, at the bottom, was a letter from Ben. My heart deceived me with a slight flutter that I paid no attention to and continued making tea.

Half a packet of jaffa cakes and two cups of tea later, I’d memorized every line of what was essentially a generic account of Ben’s recent trips, all until the end;

“It’s obvious our lives are going in different directions but I want you to know I’ll always love you. Always. Always. Always.”

My stomach is in knots, the jaffa cakes are gone and I’m crying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 11th, 1990

August 11th, 1990

Night flight from YVR – LHR

Really enjoyed Vancouver and look forward to returning, of course one of the best things about being there was being able to chat to David.

“Morning.”

“Morning sleepy,” I said, stretching.

“Saturday morning, slowly waking up.”

“What are you up to today?”

“I’m heading to San Diego soon.”

“Oh, to see your parents?”

“Yeah and my sister is coming for the weekend, be good to catch up.”

“That’ll be nice.”

“Be nicer if you were coming.”

“I wish I could.”

“Me too but you’re going home to an exciting time.”

“I am?”

“Did you forget you’re buying a house?”

I laughed. “No, of course not, I just haven’t thought much about it.”

“It’ll be awesome, having your own place and all that.”

“You’ll have to come and stay.”

“Cool. Hey, I had a funny dream.”

“What happened?”

“We were floating in the ocean under a full moon, it was really cool. Dolphins were swimming around us.”

“Those pesky dolphins again, huh?” I said, trying not to laugh.

“Yup.”

“How many this time?”

“Three.”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Too many?” he asked.

“Definitely.”

“You sure about that?”

“Absolutely. One is enough.”

“No way,” he laughed. “One is sad.”

“One is plenty.”

“Three is better.”

“One.”

“Three.”

I guess we’ll see!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 10th, 1990

August 10th, 1990

Flight from SEA – YVR – SEA

Followed by transport back to Vancouver!

Vancouver, British Columbia

Really enjoying the crew on this trip, makes all the difference when you have a good bunch to explore with. Met for breakfast in Seattle then went to the Space Needle, where, towering 605 feet above the ground, we enjoyed amazing views of the city. Edward Carlson, the man who came up with the idea for the Space Needle was apparently inspired by the Stuttgart Tower in Germany, a little titbit I forgot to share with David, who enjoys stuff like that.

Operated the shuttle from Seattle to Vancouver then back again, after which the we were due to take crew transport to Vancouver, all except for the flight deck crew who have the luxury of flying on a six-seater jet while the cabin crew slog it out on a coach.

Fortunately, my name was picked from the hat (literally!) to take the last seat on the jet with the flight deck crew, which, needless to say, prompted all kinds of inappropriate comments from my lovely but envious crew.

I couldn’t wait to tell David and rang him the minute I got to my room.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you ‘til tomorrow morning, did something change?”

“Oh yes!”

David was highly amused by my stroke of good fortune and uttered, “Wow,” more than once as I told him about the short plane ride and the limo that met us on the tarmac.

“That’s the way to go.”

“It certainly is. It was fab, especially as the sun was setting when we left Seattle.”

“Your crew won’t talk to you anymore.”

I laughed. “Probably not, they were bad enough when my name got picked.”

“I wish you were coming here for the weekend.”

“Me too but I have to fly home tomorrow night.”

“I know,” he sighed. “So close yet so far, huh?”

“Seems that way doesn’t it.”

“Sucks!”

“Sorry. I hate it too.”

“At least we’re in the same country,” I said, trying to sound positive.

“And on the same time zone. Let me grab a beer and I’ll call you back from the roof, ok?”

“Ok,” I said, wishing I could crawl through the phone.

“And hey, Karen?”

“What?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Talk to you in a minute.”

 

 

 

 

August 9th, 1990

August 9th, 1990

Flight from SEA – YVR – SEA

Seattle, Washington

 

Woke up with David on the phone.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself, this is a nice surprise.”

“I wanted to call like an hour ago but I figured with the time change, you’d be wiped.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Just after seven.”

“That’s fine, you can ring me anytime.”

“Cool, I’ll remember that.”

“How’s life on the roof this morning?”

“How did you know I’m up here?”

“I can hear the waves.”

“How do they sound?”

“They’re calling my name.”

He laughed. “You can’t ignore them.”

“Trust me, if I didn’t have to work the shuttle today I’d hire a car and land on your doorstep.”

“That’d be awesome. Where’s the shuttle going?”

“Vancouver, there and back.”

“What’s that flight time?”

“Just over an hour or so.  Not a bad work day.”

“Have you been watching the news coming out of Kuwait?”

“Yes, it’s all everybody is talking about. What do you think will happen?”

“I think we’re about to go to war.”

“You do?”

“It’s not looking good. Thousands of foreign nationals are trapped and…”

“I know, it’s awful. That must be terrifying.”

“British Airways fly to Kuwait, right?”

“Yeah but I haven’t been yet.”

“You’re not going!”

“I might not have a choice.”

“There’s no way I want you going there. No way.”

“So, if I get rostered a Kuwait what do you suggest I do?”

“Say you’re sick. Or that you don’t feel comfortable going to that part of the world.”

“I can’t say that. I’d lose my job.”

“I’m serious Karen. I don’t want anything bad happening to you. Promise me you won’t go.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 8th, 1990

August 8th, 1990

Seattle, Washington

Over breakfast at Clippers, we made plans to rent a car and go to Mount Rainier, where none of us had been before. Greg offered to drive and because there were six of us, we rented a minivan, which was really spacious and very comfortable.

It was about a two hour drive up through the winding roads lined with Cedar and Douglas Fir trees that towered hundreds of feet above us. The views were incredible, so much so that I bought the poster and will get it framed and put it somewhere in my new house.

Most of the day’s conversation centered around the situation in Kuwait and what it might lead to. Scary times indeed.

 

August 7th, 1990

August 7th, 1990

Flight from LHR – SEA

Seattle, Washington

First time in Seattle and the view from my room of office blocks and sailboats in the distance looks interesting. I’d love to go out for a walk but the eight-hour time change has left me feeling listless but if I go to bed now I’ll be awake at two in the morning. What’s a girl to do? I know, I’ll ring my LA lover!

“How far are you from Seattle?”

“I guess it’s about an eighteen-hour drive.”

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, only half joking.

“I wish,” David sighed. “Hey, did you write your diary yet?”

“Not yet. Why?”

“I was just thinking about your expression when you concentrate while you write.”

“Oh, you were, were you?”

“Uh-huh. I kinda love it.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Guess what else I love?”

I felt my little heart swell. “What else?”

“You. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

 

 

 

August 6th, 1990

August 6th, 1990
At home

Millie left tonight and I so enjoyed her being here. Mum and dad agreed that she’s lovely and said they enjoyed meeting her but when dad went into the living room, mum asked if Millie’s a lesbian.
“I don’t think so, why?”
“I was just wondering.”
“She’s had a lot of boyfriends.”
“Aye, I just had a feeling about her.”
“Oh.”
“She has a wee bit of sadness to her that I thought might be something to do with that.”
“Well, if she is, she hasn’t told me but I hope she feels she can if that’s the case.”
“Oh aye, I agree. She’s a lovely lassie.”
“She really is, we have a great time together.”

August 5th, 1990

August 5th, 1990
At home

Just got home from seeing David Bowie at the Milton Keynes Bowl, which was amazing. Millie and I, along with tens of thousands of other fans, screamed like teenagers when Bowie appeared onstage and sang along to all our favourite songs. When he sang, “Life on Mars,” Millie burst into tears and said she’d never forget this night.

When we got back, mum said I’d missed a call from Daivd, so I plopped myself in the phone chair and promptly rang him back.
“Hi, how was the concert?”
“Amazing.”
“You sound hoarse.”
“I’m surprised I still have a voice.”

I watched through the glass wall as mum and Millie chatted up a storm in the kitchen and thought about how different life will be when I move into my new house.
“Karen? You still there?”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

David Bowie is cool, but David M might be the guy I marry.

August 4th, 1990

August 4th, 1990
At home

Mum filled me in on the family drama that occurred in Scotland but said, regardless of what transpired, they managed to give Granda, “A lovely send off,” which was nice to hear.

“Tell me something funny, hen. I need a wee laugh.”
“I met Mel Gibson.”
“Ye did? In Hollywood?”
“No,” I laughed. “He was on our flight out to LA.”
“Fancy that, is he handsome?”
“Not really, I mean he’s not unpleasant to look at but he’s not very tall.”
“Is he no? He looks tall.”
“He’s about my height.”
“He must wear platforms in all those films,” she laughed. “Did you talk to him much?”
“Well, I went up to First Class to grab some biscuits for crew rest and while I was there I thought I’d pop into the loo.”
“Oh, I remember those First Class toilets with all the lovely smelly things, different world.”
“Certainly is. Anyway, he was standing outside the loo and he smiled and I smiled back but we didn’t speak. I knew I recognized him but I couldn’t place him so I went back into the galley to pick out some biscuits and I asked the First Class purser if the guy waiting outside the loo was crew.”
Mum let out a hearty laugh.
“I know, right? So, Johnnie smirked and whispered to me that it was Mel Gibson, which of course when he said it, made me realize why he looked so familiar. Anyway, I picked out a bunch of biscuits and stacked them on a plate, then Mel himself came into the galley.”
“Wit did he say?”
“You guys are having too much fun in here.”
“Wit else?”
“Johnnie told him I mistook him for crew and he, Mel, cracked up laughing, then he grabbed a biscuit off my plate and disappeared back through the curtain.”
“Mel Gibson stole my lassie’s biscuit,” mum shouted, cracking up laughing. “Oh, hen, that’s brilliant, wait ‘til you tell dad, he’ll love that. He likes those Mad, what are they called, Mad Rex films?”
“Mad Max.”
“Oh aye, they’re no my cup of tea but dad loves them.”
“Wait, there’s more.”
“Oh, go on.”
“Right before landing, Johnnie phoned and asked me to go up to the First Class galley and when I did, Mel was there. He handed me a page of First Class stationery with his autograph and…”
“D’ye have it?”
“Yeah, it’s in my bag somewhere. He said maybe in his next movie he’ll play a Flight Attendant, then he cracked up laughing and went back to his seat!”
“Oh, I love it!”
“Then, when I came out of the terminal with Mica, a lovely girl I was working down the back with, Mel walked past us, very nonchalantly with only a backpack, to a waiting car.”
“Was it a limousine?”
“No, it was actually beat up looking, you know the American station wagons with the wood panels on the side?”
“Oh aye, they’re auld.”
“Anyway, inside was a woman driving, who I assume to be his wife, and a ton of kids in the back.”
“He’s got quite a few kids.”
“That was probably them. Anyway, Mica stopped in her tracks and said, ‘Do you think that was Mel Gibson?’”
“Did you tell her you got his autograph?”
“No, I just said that bloke is too short to be Mel Gibson.”