A
strange week, all told. I had a chance encounter with a former work colleague
who is now running his own company. They do specialised, tailored touring
holidays for people who want to explore the quieter areas of the countryside.
You hand over loads of money and one of his guys will take you around in a
minibus showing you the local sights and arranging interesting hotels and
campsites. Not my idea of a fun vacation but he seems to have plenty of
bookings. He even said he’d give me an interview if I ever fancied a change of
career. Strange, because the last time we worked together he was asking me to
lie about something so he could get out of trouble after skiving off a shift to
visit a girl he fancied whose husband happened to be away that day. You just
never know how people’s lives will evolve, do you? I’d never have believed he
would mature and grow and retrain and end up with employees and a good review
on TripAdvisor. But then, he’d probably never have believed that I’d end where
I am. I certainly wouldn’t have. If you’d told me ten years ago that this would
be my path I think I’d have been insulted and/or incredulous. Yet here I am.
I
shall jump off that reflective, melancholic roundabout now and throw you a very
quick Fri-ku.
Today I was asked:
“When will you have more
children?”
I did not reply….
RC 15-3-19
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