Traveling Tash - August 2007
We were on the train to Gatwick as I remember, going to Rome or Verona for Robby's wedding I think. This is Tash as I like to remember her, happy to be going to the airport. I, it should be pointed out, was not always so buoyant, but then again I controlled the purse strings in the relationship so could always see how much it was costing. I had managed to get her into the idea of turning up at check-in early, much better than running though the airport with minutes to spare as she had me doing on a number of occasions, so we could go through and have a leisurely glass of Champagne with some prawns at the Caviar House bar (a consession that you now get in English airport departure lounges, bit more interesting than spending your time in the Harrods shop), mind you she was always happy to be boarding a plane to Italy.