Probably wont post this but in case I do if you’re easily bored look away now. 1982 I was 21 . and the guys i worked with wanted someone to move down to a strange little village in kent to oversee a contract manufacturing job. Company car good money and stay on a lovely country pub eating and drinking for free. Not going to turn that one down then.
They found me a space next door to the export department. The exsport office was always fun. In charge was export director Jane. Some how even from the first day we had something. Was never going to happen she was older than me and an important part of the company. And I was just the young idiot. But she was the funniest most beautiful daftest person i’d ever met
Time passed and the company was sadly bought out by an asset stripper. Jane was made redundant which was horrible for her because she loved her job and I took my contract to a company in Wales - which was quite good fun but not relevant here.
Jane and I always kept in touch. Her personal life wasnt easy at that time either. She finally split with her seemly unpleasant partner and bought a small cottage in the village uo the road. During this Time I’d met someone and we’d bought a house back where I came from.
But the contract company had a chance of a great MOD contract and Jane wasnt going to let that go. She managed to raise half a million quid to set up her own manufacturing business. Trouble was her then business partner was an idiot and it all ended up going horribly wrong. I brought my contract back to her company and tried to help but it was all too little too late
But she was a tough girl she wasnt going to give up. We were just good mates we’d have a drink after work or lunch sometimes. was still never going to happen.
Anyway things at her company got worse. One evening we were having one of our after work chats before we went home and I just said to her you cant do this any more you need to save yourself. she stood to lose her house and everything and I couldnt let that happen. We ended up having a kiss and a cuddle and pretty much the rest is history. I know I hurt my then partner terribly and I’ll always feel guilty about that.
Jane and I had 30 wonderful years together. We travelled the world and just had such a brilliant time.
Sadly about 4 years ago she started do develop early onset altziemers (Poss spelling problem). I cared for as best I could but in the end she had to go into a home in January. She was OK in herself and quite happy but no longer knew who I was. She died in May. I’m so utterly and completely devastated just lost it. Why am I drinking at this time in the morning and started smoking again after 20 years - I dont know it certainly doesnt help
So there’s my sorry tale. Do I hit the go button and subject you to this drivel - yeah I will but you dont have to read it sorry guys