Jaqui's Daily Blog

Friday 21st December

Some people meet their life-time partner on holiday, in a memorable location, all sun, sea and sangria. Others like to relate how their eyes met across a crowded room at a never-to-be-forgotten party.

 

Mr B and I met outside Woolworths. Forty-nine years ago today.

 

Here is how it happened. Mr B was with his friend, Andy, who was buying an LP (that's a Long Playing Record on something called vinyl for all you youngsters out there) for his girl-friend Shirley. Andy didn't want Shirley to see what he had bought her (hope you're keeping up?) so when he saw Shirley and me, plus our friend Pat, outside Woollies, he asked Mr B to pretend the record was his. After a few introductions, we went our separate ways - only to meet up half an hour later on the terraces at Sittingbourne Football Club.

 

After half-time, you could get in free to see the second half of whatever football match was on. I can hear what you're thinking. You are asking: "Why?" I can only assume it was one of the few places us young un's could meet up on a Saturday afternoon, once we had exhausted the patience of the proprietor of Pelosi's coffee bar by lingering for hours over one cup of coffee apiece. I can't remember what we talked about. Knowing Mr B as I do now, it was probably the football. He knows how to woo a girl...

 

And then, he turned up again. At a dance over on the Isle of Sheppey. Three "chance" meetings in one day. Except that there was no element of chance about meeting up at the dance. Mr B had travelled home on the bus with my friend Pat in a bid to discover what plans we had for the evening. He planned to be wherever we were.

 

In between dances, we were playing this game called "Corners" (oh, yes, we knew how to have fun in the olden days!) where the compere for the evening called out a question and everyone had to gather in one of the four corners of the room, according to what they thought was the right answer.  I thought it was a bit odd that Mr B was always, but always, in the same corner as me. I didn't find out, for a very long time, that he had never even bothered to listen to the questions...

 

Our four oldest grandkids acted out the story of "When Brian Met Jaqui" in a DVD produced for our Ruby Wedding. Jack played Mr B. To a tee. Katie played me. Hazel had a cameo role as the postman who turned Cupid. Eleanor was Pat. When people come to dinner and ask how we two met, I like to say: "Just watch this!" 

 

Woolworths is, of course, no more. But Mr B and I, we are still standing after all these years.

 

Happy Anniversary, Mr B!

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30.08 | 19:32

P.s. I absolutely adored Gipsy Tart, and, yes, my son has his work cut out!!

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30.08 | 19:26

I too went to school in Kent where my Aunt worked as a dinner-lady. I got seconds sometimes thirds of my favourite pud, the said Gipsy Tart. My son’s a dentist!

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21.08 | 21:28

Also, Anne always walked the long way home after Rangers so that I didn't have to walk alone down that lane in the dark. I've never forgotten that kindness...

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21.08 | 21:23

As one of the Brownies who helped to plant that tree I vividly remember you telling us that you asked a tree expert what kind of tree he recommended!

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