seemed to forget their troubles and lose themselves in some fantasy world where they are on a level playing ground with the rich and famous. This was not true of course but they liked to think that they were. Coaches were picking up other passengers from other parts of the island and the snaked their way through the town and onto the motorway. The journey by coach seemed faster than it had coming as they reached the airport terminal and got their cases and headed towards the doors of the airport. Cues of people waited in line as they put their luggage onto the trolleys and pulled them towards the long trail of people all going home.
Tom and the rest of them walked around the shops spending the pesetas that they had left once they had checked in. They had three hours to kill before they would board the plane back to Newcastle upon Tyne.
They sat in a café drinking endless cups of coffee. Tom found an English newspaper and began to read it. He kept the crossword puzzle inside for the plane. It would help to pass a half hour or so. They had all their duty frees packed in their cases but used up the money they had left buying souvenirs in the shops. By two o’clock they were anxious to get on the plane but had yet another hour before that happened.’
They ate a sandwich that Alison and Shirley had made. They all went to the toilet for the umpteenth time. Mickey lit up another cigarette and smoked it.
“It’s nice to go on holiday but it’s also good to be going back home said Shirley.’
“What are you kidding, I could live here permanently if I had a few bob said Alison.’
“I would miss my family too much said Shirley.’
“Well I bloody wouldn’t said Alison, they are only a phone call away and lets face it, if you saved up enough it’s cheaper to live out here than at home.’
“Where would you live all the hotels close in October so you would have to buy a house and they are not cheap?’
“Aye, but if you could save up enough to buy a place then you would be laughing.’
“How many Brits did you see coming into the airport this afternoon?’
Bloody hundreds of them, now they are all like us who come out here for a week or even two then return home. Even the rich ones have yachts so they can move about from place to place.’ Eventually you get tired of being in one place just like home and you would want to go elsewhere.’
“I never thought of that.’ “Well we have a whole year in which to save up for the next time eh.’
“FLIGHT 579039 TO NEWCASTLE; PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO GATE SIX.’
“That’s us come on.’
They picked up their hand luggage and walked down the long corridor. They could see the aircraft that would be taking them back to England being refuelled. They handed their boarding passes to the stewards who checked them and their passports before allowing them to board a small coach which would take them to the aircraft.
They could see other planes coming in and taking off as the got off the coach and climbed the stairs and onto the plane. They were in seats B1-4 which was near the front this time. After running through the safety precautions again the plane taxied to the runway and awaited clearance to take off.
Going into work that morning George Taylor went to the office to speak with his boss. He told him what his intensions were and that he would work a weeks notice.
“We are sorry to see you leave George; you are a good craftsman and if it doesn’t work out for you there will always be a place here for you.’
“Thank you said George.’