12th March 2025
The temptation was too great, I had to have a bacon roll. I sat in the beast, gnawing at my prize. I ate it slowly, I didn’t want to suffer indigestion. It tasted divine, all the evil was exciting my taste buds, I was happy in that I hadn’t indulged on every visit, this was a treat, but also I had run out of food in the fridge, and I was hungry.
I picked out a solitary strip of feather board and carried it to the checkout. I made sure to tell the cashier that I was one piece short, not that she could have cared less, but I needed to hide my embarrassment of purchasing something that cost a couple of quid.
I rushed home with my tummy fully laden, I had to prepare for my next event of the day.
I was due to meet Bob Wood, one of my many bosses at Herman Miller, for lunch at the Hop Pole in Limply Stoke. At the last moment he called to change the venue, we agreed on the Tollgate Inn at Holt.
I arrived ten minutes early, he was already there trying to call me.
It was good to see him again, he did look good for his age.
There was a different feeling, over the years he had thrown me under the bus so many times I should have had a season ticket, this time, we were both pensioners so the greetings were warm and sincere.
In his professional role he could be intimidating, filling me with dread, but not this time, the playing field was level.
I gave him a shortened version of my life so far, and the things I do in America.
Two hours flew by, I didn’t say half the things I wanted to say, but that would have to wait till another time.
I meant to ask him if he missed the cut and thrust of the furniture business, but with his passion for gardening, and his two major holidays, I guess he didn’t have time.
Once I was back, I was able to complete the cladding, another job off the list.
I spent a bit of time cutting out the brambles that had spread into my garden from next door.
That is something I have to deal with.
Another Lifetime to go 