Barry was in the shop on Monday, while I was sleeping before my fourth night duty (we're rather short of midwives currently so I'm having to do some extras!), and a couple came in and asked him if he knew who they were. Now we were expecting my friends, Jean and Jeremy, to arrive the following day as part of their whistle stop tour of New Zealand, so poor Barry was rather confused. He finds it a challenge to remember the names of people he's known for years, never mind those he's only met a couple of times, so although he recognised their faces he couldn't place them.
But then the name of a canal - The Chesterfield canal to be precise - was mentioned and he immediately knew Ray and Pauline! His memory for places and waterways in UK is incredible. Ray and Pauline were moored with us in 2009, along with the lovely Pete who we also caught up with again in 2010. We bumped into Ray and Pauline in 2010 at The Black Country Museum. Ray says he initially saw a young couple and thought we'd sold the boat, but he'd spotted my Godson Mikey and his girlfriend Sophie.
So on Tuesday evening we had a dinner party for six, instead of four, and were even more flabbergasted to discover that Ray and Pauline live 20 minutes from where Jeremy used to live in Lowton.
|Pauline, Ray and Barry enjoying the evening sunshine on the deck|
|Jeremy, Sandra and Jean catch up|
As Jean was leaving to return to their motel, she asked quite innocently "Is that a toy?" I looked at where she was pointing and there, to my absolute horror, was a dead rat lying prostrate in the corner of the lounge (rather than the 'rat in the kitchen'!). Barry assured me that he'd vacuumed the evening before and it wasn't there then, but it was extremely stiff - blooming cats aye, but better a dead rat than a live one I suppose!
|OMG! And he seriously had vacuumed the night before!|