Post by Dave on Mar 22, 2010 20:11:22 GMT
I hit junction 22 on the M5 around 11.15 am this morning and knew that around 20 minutes later I would be saying goodbye for the last time to someone I have known now for around six years and as I left Weston Super Mere after my farewells on my way to Bridgwater, my mind was working overtime as it so often does due to being alone for most of the day.
One place I call on in Weston is Weston Super Mare Fasteners and there are seven people who work there, I call in every Monday and Thursday and it’s a call I enjoy making as I have such a great relationship with everyone there.
It all started about six years ago when a new member of staff started working there and he soon was having his leg pulled a lot and one day they told me the new man really fancied me as he was gay (never known one way or the other) The mans name is Carl and if I had to guess his age I would put him around 35 years old.
The thing is I’m hopeless at guessing peoples ages, this was confirmed to me in 1990 when I was a bachelor boy again as the woman I often woke up in bed with I later discover were old enough to be my mothers and one close to being my gran.
Carl and I would act out a boyfriend routine for his piss taking work mates and they would play along with it all. One day when I got there they told me I needed to have word with Carl as he had been chatting up another van driver. I said to Carl” so the time I spent with you on Saturday sitting on the end of the Pier with our legs dangling in the water asking you to stop being unfaithful to me was wasted?”
All good fun and all done in the very best sprites, but he told me about three weeks ago he was moving back to his home town in Wales. I would never have guessed he was from Wales as he did not have a welsh accent, maybe he had been away from Wales for a longish time. You listen to that ex Paignton boy Stuartb, he sounds more welsh every time I meet him his since he moved to Wales.
I hate goodbyes at the best of times even more so when you know its very unlikely you will ever see the person again, I had thought about giving him my phone number but have learned from experience all that we will keep in touch stuff soon gets forgotten and broken
He helped me carry to my van a large Dewalt 708 mitre saw and I said my goodbyes and I told him to take good care in his life and we just stood there and gave each other a big hug. Only the others were soon out shouting such words as SWEET look at the lovers having a cuddle, made me laugh all the way back to the motorway.
It had me thinking how many people come into our lives and just go again? It starts when you are young at primary school, then secondary school and all through your working life. I’m sure there are plenty we were happy to lose from our lives and some we were happy to forget.
Back to the old brain thing again but are all the people I know all stored in my memory and will I remember all of them should I ever meet them again? 10 years ago I bumped into someone who said hello Dave to me, he was convinced he knew me and even told me a story that he and I had featured in, but blow if I could remember him. I suppose having all these people come and go in your live just makes it all that much richer, but there still has to be some sadness for those you never wanted to lose but had no choice.
I also wonder how many people I have walked past more than once say in Paignton town centre, unless there was a really good reason to have a really good look at them they are just faceless people just passing by me. No good the police asking me to do one of those face kit things, I even need to keep looking in the mirror to remember what I look like, well that’s the reason I give to Carol.
One place I call on in Weston is Weston Super Mare Fasteners and there are seven people who work there, I call in every Monday and Thursday and it’s a call I enjoy making as I have such a great relationship with everyone there.
It all started about six years ago when a new member of staff started working there and he soon was having his leg pulled a lot and one day they told me the new man really fancied me as he was gay (never known one way or the other) The mans name is Carl and if I had to guess his age I would put him around 35 years old.
The thing is I’m hopeless at guessing peoples ages, this was confirmed to me in 1990 when I was a bachelor boy again as the woman I often woke up in bed with I later discover were old enough to be my mothers and one close to being my gran.
Carl and I would act out a boyfriend routine for his piss taking work mates and they would play along with it all. One day when I got there they told me I needed to have word with Carl as he had been chatting up another van driver. I said to Carl” so the time I spent with you on Saturday sitting on the end of the Pier with our legs dangling in the water asking you to stop being unfaithful to me was wasted?”
All good fun and all done in the very best sprites, but he told me about three weeks ago he was moving back to his home town in Wales. I would never have guessed he was from Wales as he did not have a welsh accent, maybe he had been away from Wales for a longish time. You listen to that ex Paignton boy Stuartb, he sounds more welsh every time I meet him his since he moved to Wales.
I hate goodbyes at the best of times even more so when you know its very unlikely you will ever see the person again, I had thought about giving him my phone number but have learned from experience all that we will keep in touch stuff soon gets forgotten and broken
He helped me carry to my van a large Dewalt 708 mitre saw and I said my goodbyes and I told him to take good care in his life and we just stood there and gave each other a big hug. Only the others were soon out shouting such words as SWEET look at the lovers having a cuddle, made me laugh all the way back to the motorway.
It had me thinking how many people come into our lives and just go again? It starts when you are young at primary school, then secondary school and all through your working life. I’m sure there are plenty we were happy to lose from our lives and some we were happy to forget.
Back to the old brain thing again but are all the people I know all stored in my memory and will I remember all of them should I ever meet them again? 10 years ago I bumped into someone who said hello Dave to me, he was convinced he knew me and even told me a story that he and I had featured in, but blow if I could remember him. I suppose having all these people come and go in your live just makes it all that much richer, but there still has to be some sadness for those you never wanted to lose but had no choice.
I also wonder how many people I have walked past more than once say in Paignton town centre, unless there was a really good reason to have a really good look at them they are just faceless people just passing by me. No good the police asking me to do one of those face kit things, I even need to keep looking in the mirror to remember what I look like, well that’s the reason I give to Carol.
