MEANT TO BE
Finishing up my shift, I quickly dashed back to my room.
Touching up my makeup, I checked myself over in the mirror.
It was the summer of 1985, and I was working as a waitress at Butlin’s.
At 18-years-old, I wanted something fun.
Growing up in a village, I’d switched rural life for the thrill of a holiday resort.
Having completed my first week on the job, I was spending my Friday night celebrating in the Busby’s Nightclub on the resort.
Dancing and drinking with the girls, we were having such a good night when suddenly, a stranger caught my eye.
I just couldn’t stop looking at him.
With blond hair, he was wearing a light blue shirt with a grey waistcoat on top.
That may not be fashionable today, but back then, that was just my type.
And then, as I admired him from afar, suddenly I caught him glancing back at me.
, I thought.
