After last Wednesday’s blog about the delightful Vanessa, she contacted me about another traumatic moment on one of our journeys to work which she encouraged me to share with you. How could I have forgotten it?
Taking up the story…..a couple of years have passed since Vanessa has agreed to drive me into BT. The authorities have relented and have allowed me to drive again but as we got along so well (!!!!!!!) we decided to continue the arrangement, however by this time I was able to drive the short distance to Vanessa’s house saving her some time. I wanted a reduction in the agreed fee for this but ‘sod off’, I think, were the words she used.
Also by this time I had been dumped by J a few years back which Vanessa thought strangely hilarious. I think the logic was along the lies of ‘men dump women, women don’t dump men’ but as I cried, even after all those years, she drove on through the daily grind of London traffic singing horrible songs to music played on that horrible radio station. I Fall Down by Chumumbamumba or something was a particular favourite of hers!
And then one day, I got a call right out of the blue from J who was in
Of course, I relayed all this to Vanessa each morning – anything to get away from listening to Capital Radio! Whilst quite sympathetic, she was concerned in case our emotions (J and mine) ran away with us and we did something stupid or even worse, sinister.
A couple of days later I left to drive to Vanessa’s for the onward slog into
During the day I managed to contact J to find out what she had done only to be informed that the package contained………………foie. Goose liver. A delicacy down in Nice. This was J’s way of showing her affection. I wondered what she’d have done if I’d upset her!