I had a visit at the weekend from a guy who I am lucky to call a friend and thoroughly enjoyable it was at that. This visit brought with it an opportunity to reflect since this visitor is a ‘long time listener first time caller’ as they say.
It was fantastic to see my old mate but I was also a little nervous at showing the Plough to such a close friend. I found that my pride for the old girl was tempered by my embarrassment at the long list of tasks that I have not yet started. For some reason this seemed a little like introducing the girlfriend to the parents (something I managed to avoid) so I could be found variously tidying and organising over the preceding days.
The good news is that the pub was warmly received and praised, this despite it being a relatively quiet March Sunday. I know, of course, that I would only get support from these quarters but it was nice to hear positive words about the place that is my home and my entire life. I also thank Paul for reinvigorating my seasonal preparedness with a kick-start of jet washing the deck. I am once again a flurry of cleaning/filling/painting in preparation for the new season.
In other news I have discovered that not all electricity companies supply the island. As contract renewal approaches I contracted a new (better value) supplier and all appeared well until they realised that not every PO post code is in Portsmouth. When they called me to explain that they do not supply the island I did my utmost to discover the reason but to no avail. I explained that I was not some early adopter and we had electricity on the island for some time, we even use square pin plugs! The sales girl was not budging they simply do not supply the island.
Was it postage I enquired? Some surcharge for shipping a box of sparks across the Solent or even the environmental risk of shipping electricity over water? The answer was steadfast they simply do not supply the island. In the end I had to concede defeat and move to an alternative supplier who, it would seem, is capable of posting an invoice to Shanklin.
For those that seem ever curious about my healing let me share an experience. I finished up on the laptop this evening and put it away. As I walked across the room lefty decided to remind me things aren’t perfect. The wrist spasmed and locked, followed by a sharp pain along the metalwork. It is a difficult thing for an Engineer because it clearly indicates a mechanical failing. It feels as if there is some mechanical failure that prevents movement, but I know that isn’t be the case.
I couldn’t move my hand on its own so I called on righty. The hand was mechanically tight and forcing it was like moving my forearm through broken glass. It is a very strange set of sensations, all quite unpleasant really. Of course, like most things it is transient. Because it’s lefty I can place the palm on the bed and push hard. Guess what? No snap, no fracture just a short nasty pain and freedom of movement returns. I will get this sort of misbehaviour from one or the other wrist once or twice a week. I have a theory on this, I think it’s nerves moving around and like all my theories the answer is brute force and ignorance. Hey works for me.
In happier news I saw an advert this evening that involved a roller-coaster. It’s amazing how silly things bring such great memories back to you. It is also quite astounding how many great memories you can have in one place. The roller-coaster reminded me of the daft little coaster at Black Gang Chine. The thing took years to build and is probably one of the smallest roller-coasters in the country! But my children were of the age that the most important thing in the world was to be able to fit those little GRP models that dictate minimum heights.
To small children these little plastic characters sit like stazi preventing entry to rides. Being able to reach the gremlin’s hand is an indication of maturity, almost a rite of passage. Having entertained each other on the teacups they passed the height limit for the coaster, ok my daughter may have been on tip toes. Luckily my girlfriend at the time took the kids on the ride, roller-coasters are not for me. That one image on the television placed me back there. I could feel the sun on my shoulders, hear the delighted shrieks of my babies and the sounds of the crowds.
It is odd, no matter what happens in life the happy bits are sealed forever in pockets of memory. Things change, people hurt you but the feeling that you had at that moment is locked forever. It is a perpetual regret that I don’t have enough of these memories with my gorgeous children but those that I have can illuminate the darkest of days.