SHE was late getting act into gear.. had to go to Post Office with a package for Caroline.. no, not telling what, it is supposed to be a surprise, don't want her reading about it on MY Blog!
When SHE comes back, SHE will write the Tale of '97 and all those Airmiles that were accumulated that year!
So come back later.. as this Tale will be written probably in the form of a Quartet.. much to tell.. read on here..
SHE is back.. Package posted to Caroline. SHE went shopping in market, brought home basket full to brim with all sorts of very scrummydumptious things.
Ooooh.. WE jurst had simply wonderful meal.. Sweet Corn, fresh.. there was one whole corn, SHE cut it into three so I had a HUGE piece..
WE have it with Olive Oil, Chilli flakes, salt and pepper.. then OUR favourite Squidly-Diddly with some sort of Pasta that looks like Rice and Broccolli.. what more would a redbummed person want?
I am now dozing on comfy sittingroom door whilst SHE taps that thing.
Are YOU sitting comfortably? Then SHE will begin..
YOU may remember Tale of 'An English Duke.. and The Red Sock Party'? It was first mention of 'The Pilot'. Then SHE wrote Post called 'Bigger Wings than Mine' which was Tale of HER and Pilot loonnng ago in 1971 when they flew a small twin engined aircraft, a Britton Normand Islander, all the way from Bembridge, Isle of Wight to Ndola, Zambia, Africa.. it took FORTY flying hours.. yes, it was a very long time..
This Tale picks up after the 'English Duke and The Red Sock Tale' party which happened in March 1997. YOU will gather from this that SHE has known Pilot for most of HER adult life, they met jurst before HER 19th birthday.
Just to put facts straight..
When I say that, I do not mean that they were in constant communication, for he told HER something in 1971 which was shocking. SHE did not see him TWENTY years and they met, purely by chance in 1991, as SHE left the house and literally 'bumped' into him and another man on the pavement.
The three of them had a drink and parted but this was how he knew where SHE now lived and where he wrote to in late 1996.
Back to Tale..
After seeing each other for a couple of months, Pilot knew SHE had always lurved flying and asked HER if a trip to St.Helier and lunch with a couple of his friends would be fun.. "Why not" was HER response, so SHE met him at Gatwick and off they flew, business was done by the men whilst SHE and other woman lunched, they flew back into Gatwick.
As he was putting HER onto the train, he asked if SHE would like to come down to the country the next weekend, but would SHE meet him at an airfield in North London where he would pick HER up.. "Yes, but don't forget Dagga will be with ME".. Dagga went everywhere with HER!
Pilot KNEW HER very well and knew that if he wanted HER company.. then Parrot was part of the package as it were.. he secretly quite liked Dagga..
So Dagga and SHE got to North London, he flew in, they climbed aboard and flew to Brussels.. Where they landed, they did not pass Belgium Customs as 'Airside' were the new owners of the light aircraft, a single engine Commander which they had purchased two days previously.
SHE got into the back with Dagga on HER lap, female owner climbed in too, the two men got behind the controls, and off they flew to Bournemouth..
YOU all be thinking "Did this woman never work?".. SHE did.
Then an old friend of HERS got married and at the wedding, Pilot said, as men do when they are trying hard to impress old 'friends', "Do YOU think Charlotte and Mark would like to go to Deauville for lunch?".. SHE nearly choked on a nibble SHE was eating.. Oh.. trying very hard was Pilot.. HE had committed a 'dreadful, dreadful crime' many years previously and was trying to oooouze his way back into HER good books again.. it was humourous to watch!
So back to North London Airfield again.. this time no Dagga as they were jurst going for lunch and SHE had plans for the weekend which did not include Pilot.
Off they flew, gurls in the back.. Pilot and Mark up front.. to the French Coast.. delicious lunch.. But Pilot very boring with his mobile phone.. which he did not seem to realise had an OFF switch!
Then it was May and May meant that it was Casey Tolar's BIG SIX O.. she was such a star.. she had invited 60 of her friends to join her, Tom and Shannon, their daughter, to celebrate her birthday in New York City with 4 days and nights of fantastic fun in marvellous places.
Casey had jurst bought a fantastic apartment on Park Avenue.. whoo whooo.. such a view from the 17th floor.. and one of the evenings was to be a 'cocktail party with jewels to be worn' type evening here at Casey's new home.
And instead of having to put your hand into your wallet, she asked everyone for $130, that was it.. Casey had paid for everything up front and got great, no, NOT great.. AMAAZING deals.. YOU will see why when SHE writes what they did!
Two of the guests at The Red Sock Party had been Casey and Tom, so they knew Pilot and asked him if he would like to come too? Very nice, SHE thought of HER friends to do that.. Pilot accepted the invitation.
SHE flew out first to NYC as SHE was holding three days of HER 'Trunk Show' in Manhattan, these were where SHE showed and sold items to HER private and trade clients, they went very well, three days passed by in flash as SHE was busy, busy with clients in day and busy, busy seeing friends at night.
And then lovely doorman was ringing her intercom - SHE was staying in a glorious apartment in the 50's on 2nd Avenue - and saying "Miss ...., your guest is here, may I bring him up".
It is now past eight of the clock, MY bedtime.. and this is a suitable place to stop 'AIR TRAVEL '97'.. Part One.
"Good night Dear Readers".
GeeGee Parrot.
September 10th, 2012.
When SHE comes back, SHE will write the Tale of '97 and all those Airmiles that were accumulated that year!
So come back later.. as this Tale will be written probably in the form of a Quartet.. much to tell.. read on here..
SHE is back.. Package posted to Caroline. SHE went shopping in market, brought home basket full to brim with all sorts of very scrummydumptious things.
Ooooh.. WE jurst had simply wonderful meal.. Sweet Corn, fresh.. there was one whole corn, SHE cut it into three so I had a HUGE piece..
WE have it with Olive Oil, Chilli flakes, salt and pepper.. then OUR favourite Squidly-Diddly with some sort of Pasta that looks like Rice and Broccolli.. what more would a redbummed person want?
I am now dozing on comfy sittingroom door whilst SHE taps that thing.
Are YOU sitting comfortably? Then SHE will begin..
YOU may remember Tale of 'An English Duke.. and The Red Sock Party'? It was first mention of 'The Pilot'. Then SHE wrote Post called 'Bigger Wings than Mine' which was Tale of HER and Pilot loonnng ago in 1971 when they flew a small twin engined aircraft, a Britton Normand Islander, all the way from Bembridge, Isle of Wight to Ndola, Zambia, Africa.. it took FORTY flying hours.. yes, it was a very long time..
This Tale picks up after the 'English Duke and The Red Sock Tale' party which happened in March 1997. YOU will gather from this that SHE has known Pilot for most of HER adult life, they met jurst before HER 19th birthday.
Just to put facts straight..
When I say that, I do not mean that they were in constant communication, for he told HER something in 1971 which was shocking. SHE did not see him TWENTY years and they met, purely by chance in 1991, as SHE left the house and literally 'bumped' into him and another man on the pavement.
The three of them had a drink and parted but this was how he knew where SHE now lived and where he wrote to in late 1996.
Back to Tale..
After seeing each other for a couple of months, Pilot knew SHE had always lurved flying and asked HER if a trip to St.Helier and lunch with a couple of his friends would be fun.. "Why not" was HER response, so SHE met him at Gatwick and off they flew, business was done by the men whilst SHE and other woman lunched, they flew back into Gatwick.
As he was putting HER onto the train, he asked if SHE would like to come down to the country the next weekend, but would SHE meet him at an airfield in North London where he would pick HER up.. "Yes, but don't forget Dagga will be with ME".. Dagga went everywhere with HER!
Pilot KNEW HER very well and knew that if he wanted HER company.. then Parrot was part of the package as it were.. he secretly quite liked Dagga..
So Dagga and SHE got to North London, he flew in, they climbed aboard and flew to Brussels.. Where they landed, they did not pass Belgium Customs as 'Airside' were the new owners of the light aircraft, a single engine Commander which they had purchased two days previously.
SHE got into the back with Dagga on HER lap, female owner climbed in too, the two men got behind the controls, and off they flew to Bournemouth..
YOU all be thinking "Did this woman never work?".. SHE did.
Then an old friend of HERS got married and at the wedding, Pilot said, as men do when they are trying hard to impress old 'friends', "Do YOU think Charlotte and Mark would like to go to Deauville for lunch?".. SHE nearly choked on a nibble SHE was eating.. Oh.. trying very hard was Pilot.. HE had committed a 'dreadful, dreadful crime' many years previously and was trying to oooouze his way back into HER good books again.. it was humourous to watch!
So back to North London Airfield again.. this time no Dagga as they were jurst going for lunch and SHE had plans for the weekend which did not include Pilot.
Off they flew, gurls in the back.. Pilot and Mark up front.. to the French Coast.. delicious lunch.. But Pilot very boring with his mobile phone.. which he did not seem to realise had an OFF switch!
Then it was May and May meant that it was Casey Tolar's BIG SIX O.. she was such a star.. she had invited 60 of her friends to join her, Tom and Shannon, their daughter, to celebrate her birthday in New York City with 4 days and nights of fantastic fun in marvellous places.
Casey had jurst bought a fantastic apartment on Park Avenue.. whoo whooo.. such a view from the 17th floor.. and one of the evenings was to be a 'cocktail party with jewels to be worn' type evening here at Casey's new home.
And instead of having to put your hand into your wallet, she asked everyone for $130, that was it.. Casey had paid for everything up front and got great, no, NOT great.. AMAAZING deals.. YOU will see why when SHE writes what they did!
Two of the guests at The Red Sock Party had been Casey and Tom, so they knew Pilot and asked him if he would like to come too? Very nice, SHE thought of HER friends to do that.. Pilot accepted the invitation.
SHE flew out first to NYC as SHE was holding three days of HER 'Trunk Show' in Manhattan, these were where SHE showed and sold items to HER private and trade clients, they went very well, three days passed by in flash as SHE was busy, busy with clients in day and busy, busy seeing friends at night.
And then lovely doorman was ringing her intercom - SHE was staying in a glorious apartment in the 50's on 2nd Avenue - and saying "Miss ...., your guest is here, may I bring him up".
It is now past eight of the clock, MY bedtime.. and this is a suitable place to stop 'AIR TRAVEL '97'.. Part One.
"Good night Dear Readers".
GeeGee Parrot.
September 10th, 2012.
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