My story is an angst ridden comedy that will have you on the edge of your seat shouting out advice and abuse to the heroine. It consumes your will to read at leisure and demands you find out what happens next.
Marry a pilot and see the world oh, if only
Every woman expects the adoration pledged to them at the altar but like having a baby (birth is the easy part, its what comes afterwards that nobody warns you about), marriage is just the beginning.
Through Kate, the main character, I outline a dawning realisation that romantic military marriages simply cannot exist in reality. (If anyone does have a knight in shining armour then hold onto him, because my bet is hes an alien integrating with enthusiasm.)
You as a reader are thrown right into the thick of it, experiencing irony, heartache and love. War and loneliness become Kates familiar companions, along with the temptation of returning to a normal life.
Writing this book sometimes got too close for comfort but at others, was purely cathartic.
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...He holds open the car door as I get in and I cant help feeling ladylike when he closes it behind me. During the drive we discuss our jobs and I tell him about the agency, Siobhan, my family and ambitions. He tells me about all the little buttons he gets to push on his sweeper machine. When we arrive at the base, Guy parks the car in order to clear my details with the entry gate official. Once sorted, Guy returns to the car showing the official his own identity card. My suspicions are confirmed when he salutes Guy and says, "Thank you Sir."
"I thought so," I say amused, "Youre no runway sweeper are you?"
"Apparently not, my dear Moneypenny," Guy says in a James Bond accent and goes on to tell me rather pompously that hes a Commissioned Officer in Her Majestys Royal Air Force (flying her planes because he cant afford one of his own).
Guys room is No.74, a twelve-foot square box packed to the rafters with Air Force paraphernalia, bed, desk, armchair and a small sink (he tells me there are two types of Officer, those that pee in the sink and those that dont).
"And, I hope youre the latter," I comment.
Most of the doors along his corridor have some sort of aviation cartoon emblazoned across them revealing an aspect of the character in residence. Guys just has a business card that reads aeroplane driver/car re-designer. (Apparently hes been through a few cars.) Inside, ordnance survey maps of the local area act as makeshift wallpaper.
Someone puts a sign on my back exclaiming Nurse - Shag Me just before I walk into the Officers Mess and I receive a round of applause from the boys at the bar. Unfortunately I dont go down so well with the seventeen student nurses bussed in from York District Hospital.
In the Ladies Powder Room I defend my costume to two furious nurses, "Dont you get it? It's meant to be bad taste...that's the whole point - if you don't like it go home."
One bloke is dressed as the bosss dog which got run over earlier today. Hes wearing a sheepskin coat inside out with tyre tracks across his chest and Rex written on his forehead (now that really is bad taste!).
The DJs wearing a pink latex body stocking and plays fantastic dance tracks giving everyone itchy feet for a boogie. He fits in perfectly with the theme, yet bears a solemn expression adjusted only to swallow beer (Guy informs me NODI always does Mess discos and wears pink latex regularly).
We dance most of the night away but each time Im asked exactly who my escort is, Guys nowhere to be seen (so I just point at the nearest bloke). He reappears after the third time this happens to tell me Ive killed that particular chaps career.
"How on earth have I managed that?"
"The Bosss wife is not impressed with your outfit because she trained as a nurse at York District Hospital. Apparently she wants your blood but will settle for nagging her husband to end your boyfriends career instead," he grins before adding cheekily, "I, however, think youre fantastic."
Around midnight I jump onto the minibus returning a few of the uglier nurses back to their accommodation and beg a lift into town before telling Guy what a great time Ive had. He stops me mid sentence by kissing me and promises to see me again soon, if I agree (agree! I almost faint). Men like him just dont exist but I play calm and confident saying "Okay, that would be great. But dont leave it too long though or I might get snapped up by some sweet talking rugby player." --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
This is an entertaining book. Told from the point of view of a woman who marries an RAF pilot, it tells how she struggles to come to terms with being married to the air force as... Read morePublished on 30 July 2012 by Rose CT
I laughed out loud in parts but was also touched by the character's frustration at trying to make the relationship work against all the odds. Read morePublished on 8 Nov. 2010 by lynn Tarry
Annie's book is really entertaining - full of laugh out loud moments (which then have to be explained to puzzled hubby) and is just utterly delicious. Read morePublished on 30 Jan. 2009 by MicT
Annie is lovely and hilarious and Married to Albert is lovely and hilarious too! As I read the book I could hear Annie's voice in my head reading the story, it's straight from the... Read morePublished on 25 Mar. 2008 by Clare Wyatt
I read this book in two days - it was a real hoot. Funny, sad, poignant -from single girl enjoying a great social life in York working with some odd characters in a PR company, to... Read morePublished on 15 Jun. 2007 by Mrs. A. Stewart
Although only a junior rank in the Royal Air Force who lives as a sad "singly" on base, i can totally relate to this book, especially having married friends in the forces and... Read morePublished on 26 Dec. 2006 by L. Kelly
This is a very funny, fast paced book which will make you laugh (probably out loud) as you experience the ups and downs of marrying into the RAF. Read morePublished on 6 Dec. 2006 by Elizabeth Percival