- Sydney (SYD) → London (Heathrow), United Kingdom (LHR) Date: Thursday 15th December 1994Flight: BA1100
- Thursday 15th December 1994 | 0 Comments |
I was travelling to London to meet my sister, who was living in London at the time.
The final boarding call came over the PA and as I was chatting to my seatmate (to this day, I don\’t know her name, so I am going to call her Joan!) who was also going to the UK, to meet her grandchildren for the first time. \’I wonder who\’ll be sitting in the window seat…\’ I said out loud.
\’You never know, darl\’…it may be the man of your dreams…\’ replied Joan.
Just at that moment, I looked and saw the most attractive man – dark hair, glasses, and a winning smile…just as I was hoping, he asked \’excuse me, is this seat 24J?\’.
He sat next to me, and after making polite and easy conversation, he introduced himself. \’Oh, I\’m Peter, by the way…\’ he said, and shook my hand. Wow…what manners! In the next 22 hours of the flight, we chatted and laughed like old friends. Even Joan thought we may have known each other prior to this flight, but we hadn\’t. Peter and I just \’clicked\’. Of course the obvious question was \’so…where are you flying to?!\’. To which I replied \’London, Austria and Scotland…\’. When I asked Peter, he got the inflight magazine and pointed to the map…he too was going to \’England, Austria and Scotland\’. What a coincidence! When we got to Heathrow Airport we exchanged telephone numbers and promised to keep in contact. Only when we returned to Sydney he then got back in touch. It became one of the most romantic, whirlwind relationships I have ever experienced. Peter is a true romantic. He treated me like I was his princess. My family and friends were equally smitten with this modern-day Romeo. After a year, Peter wanted to broaden his (career) horizons and work in the UK. I was gutted. I had my family and started my new job in Sydney, which I loved. I didn\’t want to break up with Peter, but I didn\’t have the same passion to work in the UK…but true to his word, we kept in touch via fax, e-mail, telephone…and old fashioned Australia Post! He even surprised me by turning up on my doorstep (in Sydney) for my birthday. I went over at Christmas to have a European holiday with Peter. During this trip, Peter proposed in Paris – on the Eiffel Tower. If that wasn\’t romantic enough, he surprised me by flying me the next day to New York…to buy my engagement ring…from Tiffany & Co. (yes, I am a fan of Audrey Hepburn!). We got married that same year and now we have a son, Max. Max is our little ray of sunshine.