Goodbye

1987 ended with a New Years eve party in Bolton and the diary shows that the most exciting thing that happened on New Years day was a visit to a Little Chef for breakfast.

The night had been spent with Lynn, Graham, Michele and Glynn doing the disco duck and the major event was that fancy dress nuns stole handbags, which besides all the normal womanly goodies contained the hotel keys.

It was a quiet way to end the year, but at least we had friends around.

The next three days were spent saying goodbye to places, the furniture was gone and all we had were scant belongings in a suitcase, we crammed about twenty people into the miniature house for a house-cooling party and I believe I dropped the house keys off discretely at the bank on the 4th of January.

The rest of the day was spent running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, making sure that every thing was sorted out, the day ended with our last visit to the Poacher in that particular lifetime.

The early morning trip to Manchester airport was on the 5th, Karens sister, brother and mum escorted us to the restaurant and we had a subdued breakfast, Karen bummed a cigarette off Sue and said "This is my last" which was true.

The short flight from Manchester to Amsterdam was surprisingly on an older 747-100 KLM jumbo jet.