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Feb 01 2014

February the first, already…

… soon be Christmas.

Well, we’ll give this a go, but I’m not holding out much hope that I’ll see it through to the end, to be honest. In fact, I’ll be impressed if I get to the end of the week.

Anyway…

I’ve had a lot of travelling again this week, but the sites I have been visiting have all been in a northerly direction for me… and that makes one hell of a difference!

Bromsgrove  is a journey of 97 miles for me, so, almost the same as my trip down to Brighton. And yet, it took me less than two hours. It was a joy to drive there. Such a difference from heading south and using the Em-Bloody-Twenty-Bloody-Five.

And, just as I was leaving, I bumped into a chap who was just coming in and was struggling to open the padlock on the gate. I stopped the car and wandered over to him.  We chatted for about 30 seconds, berating the awkwardness of the padlock, when he suddenly said, “I know you, don’t I?”

I gave my stock answer – the one that I generally use when confronted with that question: “Yeah, possibly. Have you ever been in prison?”

“It’s Masher, isn’t it?” he continued, unabated. “I worked with you in Park Street, Luton. The BT exchange. It was about the mid-eighties, I reckon. It’s me, Ray… Ray Lane. I was contracting for Cable & Wireless at the time.”

“Ray!” I exclaimed. “Yes, of course, I remember now.” It was a complete lie: I’d swear I’d never seen him before.

We exchanged pleasantries and chatted for a few minutes about what we’ve been up to over the years, before going our separate ways.

He seemed a real nice bloke.

Shame I don’t remember him.

 

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  1. Frances

    A woman waved to me this morning……I thought it was someone I knew, but on getting closer…I didn’t! I did wave back though, so at least I was polite! No idea who she was.

  2. Masher

    And she’s gone home and told her husband about the nutty woman who was waving at her!

  3. Dave

    I’d forgotten until today and now suddenly realised you’ve posted two days in a row that it’s Blogathon month. Not a hope from me this year but I’d like to think I’m already focusing on preparing for next years .

  4. Toffeeapple

    Ah, Friday before last, we walked in to our local restaurant, and I waved to our neighbours who ignored us. After they had eaten, and had the obligatory ‘free’ drink, they got up to go and looked at me and said – thought you knew us? Hah! Bugger, the real neighbours came in shortly afterwards…

    Bugger, Feb’ry already is it old chap? Is Dave joining in or has he buggered orf to la belle France?

  5. Toffeeapple

    I could join in, since I am being taken to Somerset/Wiltshire/Debn (!) Fact! but I do not have a blog thing. I might join in here if it is allowed? I am ever so umble Ma’sr David….

  6. Brennig

    Go on Mister Masher, let Toffeeapple join in. Give her a guest account. Go on. Do it. *nods*

    Anyway, on with the story…

    Ray Lane? Never heard of him. I did meet his sister, Penny.

  7. Masher

    No guest accounts her, I’m afraid.

    Toffeeapple, you are more than welcome to leave a daily comment here!
    Or, I could set you up your own blogger account.
    Or you could set one up yourself… it’s so easy, even I could do it!

  8. Brennig

    Or, Toffeeapple, I would like to offer you a guest account over at my place. If the dust and mess and unironed laundry all over the furniture doesn’t put you off?

  9. Juliette

    So… you are returning to the every-day-I’m -going-to-post-February again! You can do it Masher, you did it last time so now you have to do it EVEN BETTER this time. Right behind you mate.

    I never. ever. recognise people. So he can’t have been that nice or maybe he was so nice that he was boring.

  10. Masher

    Yes, I did do it last time.
    And the time before that.
    And the time… I think this is my eighth year of putting myself through this self inflicted pain.
    What’s wrong with me?

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