For you Amanda

Rocks or people?


Today's blog is one I hoped to write many months from now, a very dear friend of mine passed away from cancer yesterday after a long battle with the disease.  I loved her and we had a friendship that spanned about twenty years.

We worked together originally, then many years later we worked together again - much to her amusement. We were not allowed, after weeks of hilarity to sit together as we apparently disturbed the other members of staff. I will never forget her filling the bubble tubes in the shop (our first job) with bubble bath which eventually lead to an isle full of white foam about two foot deep - that isle floor was 3 shades brighter than the rest for many years!

Nor her antics with the microphone forgotten but best not repeated. Many times her laugh would penetrate across the shop floor or her choice of swear words - yes she often made me cringe but her sense of fun was infectious. Many years later she still had it despite terminal illness - she still rang and texted me regularly to make sure I was ok as she knew I was suffering with my fibro.

Rip Amanda you fabulous lady I will never forget you......

This leads me onto a topic or question that fascinates me, I really did love ‘Manda’ -  I got back from her, entertainment, support , friendship and a relationship that however much it hurts now I'm glad I've had. I can lay in my bed and replay some of the naughty things we did together and I still laugh! I can smile to myself when I remember her putting on her phone voice which sounded so ridiculous I actually had to leave the room. How could you prefer the company of a rock or a fossil to a person - a funny one of a kind like her?  I will never understand it, I am a people person I need others around me I am happy in their company whilst I do get days when I do prefer Horace that's down to me not them?

Jon has a built in affinity with stonrs and fossils but not people – they baffle him….he can’t share them the way I do

My fibro makes me tired it makes me scratchy some days but it will never stop me being me. In the same way I can't understand Jonathan's allegiance to stones, books and fossils but I have to respect that if they mean as much to him as she did to me then - who am I to tell him to get rid of them , I can't can I? It's what makes him Jonathan, all the boxes, books and piles are just part of his personality.

So in order to keep all his possessions safe and not necessarily under my feet 

we just need a bigger flipping house xx