Last November old friend PC and her husband came here and presented me with a blanket that says "it takes a long time to grow an old friend". He died suddenly in January. This week I went to see if I could help PC with some of his technology - and he was very technical. A geek. But on the way a couple of lights on my car computer dashboard lit up and I had to stop at a garage. The first garage had broken equipment so I went to a second garage to check. sorted it. Switched off alarm. Drove on. low on fuel alarm comes on so I stop at a third garage. I' am now late.
When I arrive my lovely old friend beams at me having being worrying about me and not got my email - which I can't easily send when I'm off wifi. She showed me a lovely colour photo she'd taken of her husband in November 2005. He's holding a dead phasant by its feet. I'd killed it driving over to see them them and the stupid bird flew in front of my car. I slung it in the bag where it revived and started flying around until it collapsed of shock. Dead on arrival. My arrival was late. But P&P are the best of firends to turn up to with a dead pheasant because they enjoy eating game and weren't fazed to pluck and gut it. So despite me being late and them worrying that I'd slipped on leaves, they were pleased with the unexpected food parcel. So pleased that apparently PC wrote a poem about me. Being late again this year she showed me her poem. She called it NOVEMBER LUNCH. Here are some lines from it:... she was late as usual....
we worried
As you do about an old friend
Driving alone on wet leaves
Then she arrived with a present
A few feathers on the parcel shelf hinted
It was a plump pheasant
Broken by being in the wrong place
It would still be alive if Liz had been early
Just 2 minutes would have made the difference.....
