I was commissioned to interview him from the UK where I lived. That intial call led to six months of daily phone calls, one of which lasted all night long. (His phone bill…)
One day he said “I’m fed up with all of this, I’m coming to meet you in England.”
“You can’t.” I protested.”I’m in a muddle here.”
“ I can and I will. I arrive at Heathrow in the morning,” he said.
I was manic!
The journey to the airport was a disaster. My car broke down in the tunnel and the police had to bale me out. I was a nervous wreck as he hobbled through arrivals.He has broken his toe the day before but was still determined to meet me in person.
The week we spent together was a disaster. I spent most of the time with my head down the toilet throwing up and he nursing my illness. He saw more of a British toilet than the sites of London!
I was relieved when he went back to New York for it was a disaster from beginning to end.
One week after his return Ed called saying,”You know it wasn’t so bad after all, why don’t you join me next month, there is something i want to show you.
My arrival at JFK put the Heathrow nightmare behind me.
“I wanted to propose while you were throwing up down the toilet, but will this engagement ring and JFK do instead.” He said.
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