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Due at the Day of Remembrance today (as every year), 20th November; I made a last minute decision not to go; and, to return home remembering those murdered in the last year, and all those who may have gone before.
SHOCK, HORROR !!!
I learned, on Facebook, as I sat alone enjoying afternoon tea in the Richmond Tea-Rooms, of the last minute ( 'on the spur of the moment" quote ) decision of somebody from way across the country (******1) to attend the Sackville Gardens for the TDoR service at 4.30pm. She desired to 'meet up' with any friends who may also happen to be in the area.
I should have brasened it out; but, naturally a coward and still wounded, I fled to Piccadilly (3 minutes away), as there was no hope that I could avoid her in 'The Gardens', On Bar or at a meal in 'Villaggios or Velvet: Latte coffee in Carluccios and the Chester via Altrincham train home. At home, I discovered (again on Facebook) that my sole living cousin, was dining in the Northern Sector at 6pm, with her regular girl-friends. Well, you can't win them all!
SPARKLE WEEKEND:
Sunday afternoon, 10th July, North Cheshire: 'The Tale of the Missing Car-keys".
******1 and my sister not so much 'fell out as 'took a healthy dislike to each other', after their initial and final meeting, on spending a weekend together. I suddenly came to realise, when the keys 'turned up with a magician's flourish, what had previously been apparent and obvious to all others, but not untill that day to me.
I later promised a concerned sister that i would distance myself from ******1, and not turn up at the forthcoming bi-annual meeting in early August. I never break promises; but, I fatally did, on this regrettable occasion.
GIRLS AWAY-WEEKEND: Sunday afternoon, 14th August, North Yorkshire
One of our committee
I have been asked to speak to you by ******1, who left before lunch. I do not intend to make any judgement or to take sides in this matter, as I am a friend of both of you. However, I am happy to talk with you at any time in the future, as an impartial friend, on this matter, if you so wish.
She has had a long talk with me this morning; with regard to your greatly distressing and upsetting her here on Saturday, and effectively your having completely spoiled her weekend. She asked me to inform you that she has reached a decision about you and for me to inform you:-
1) That she has absolutely no feelings for you whatsoever, nor ever had
2) She never ever wants you to contact her again, under any circumstances and by any means whatsoever
3) And, she wishes you to know that if you do contact her, she will be very, very angry.
When I had composed myself, I cleaned up my tear-stained face; collected my lap-top from my room, and strolled into the reception area of the hotel: I joined my great friend ****e working on her lap-top. When I reached my Facebook page, there was an 03.47 Sunday morning post by ******1. I asked if ****e could spare the time to read it: she did, paused and said
"You've had a very lucky escape!"
It was far too painful to potentially 'accidentally' meet her today: so, as well as breaking my heart, she spoils my annual Manchester TDoR Sunday, spoils my evening arrangements and invades my territory! I am sure there are TDoR Memorial Services nearer to Suffolk!
Oh: my crime.... well I am sure you can guess what 'total' surprise (to her alone) she forced out of me; after she was informed by an unknown third party that I had just gone in to Town, in tears, with ****e on her mobility scooter, at noon on the Saturday (co-incidentally the "sddest day of the year" in the Jewish calendar). She set off down the hill from our hotel, sought me out and met me as I was returning. On our subsequent lunch-time walk to Hoopers tea=rooms, I fatally dropped my guard and told her how I felt, that fateful and dreadful Saturday in August, 2016.
