Today I was facing a whole day......a whole day mind you.....on my own. I threw a tantrum, screaming and crying on the floor, while my wife calmly said.....there, there, there, you'll be all right in a minute.
As the door closed behind her I sat up and sucked my thumb for a while.
A lady selling poppies called. I had already bought one so I just passed the time of day with her.
The post man came and went. He is always happy whatever the weather. He leaves parcels with me for next door......a young very hard working family.
I had a chat with next doors cat who wanted to come in for a warm. She seemed to understand me and replied in a series of meows. We have been friends for many years.
I then considered going out, just as the heavens opened and it started to blow. So......
I turned on my faithful computer, which fills the void in such circumstances. I read a poem by Blue Angel. This sparked a train of thought. A very uplifting train. B A mentioned being young at heart and the 60's etc.
I tried to write a poem in the same style. It wasn't particularly good, but it opened up channels of memory long since stored away for such times as this.
I plugged in my MP3 and listened to some music. I went back to 1964.......
It was August 1964. We were on school holidays. There were never enough hours in the day to do everything. Clocks went faster in those days.
I went out in my usual hurricane style as my Mother shouted after me to........it faded before I got the full message. My usual excuse.........being a teenager.
I reached the front gate. My usual direction was to go left along to my friends house before setting off on the days adventure........but whoa......today was very different. On the low wall of the house next door on the right, sat a beautiful blonde haired girl I had never seen before.
I stopped dead and said hello. She smiled. My heart started to beat twice as fast. A conversation ensued in which I found out this young lady was staying with her sister for the holidays.
Over the next few weeks my Mother became rather inquisitive as to why I wasn't coming home covered in mud from playing football. She also grabbed me once, half way through the door, to sniff me and said 'if your Dad knows your nicking his after shave he will not be amused'.
I think her assumptions were finally confirmed when I moved bedrooms into one which faced the house next door. It was possible to climb out of this rooms window, on to a flat top roof, shin down a drain pipe, go through a hedge , shin up next doors drainpipe, get on to their flat top roof and knock on the bedroom window.
Oh yes indeedy, I was in love for the first time in my life. I will not mention the young ladies name, but she still lives up at the top of our road, not far from where I live now.
We never fell out. She eventually married one of my friends.
We are still the very best of friends till this day, nearly 50 years later. We laugh about it and never hide the fact we still think a lot of each other. It is possible to be friends with the opposite sex, without being stupid. We are both very happily married.
It would be 1992 before I felt the same again about anyone and this time I married the lady. I knew what I was hoping for and after ten years looking. I had a very bad first marriage.
I asked my wife after one week and gave her twelve months to decide.
Whatever the future holds it will always hold happy memories. It is not what we are externally that is important. It is what we are inside that counts.
The bad bits of life accentuate the good bits.