Lavender sachets in the wardrobe,
Family pictures on the cabinet,
An angel card arriving from my brother,
A pink rose on my pillow,
Mum gifting perfumes and jumpers,
A glass angel hanging in the window,
Thoughtful books placed by my bed,
Home cooking and the yummiest sandwiches,
A sparkly cushion, from my frilly friend, on the bed,
Laughter with my sister (her funniest comment: that she has socks older than the managers she deals with at work),
Then a ‘blast from the past’….
Dad (a precision engineer) calling out from his workshop ‘Can you get on the other end of this Nane?’
The other end being a very heavy boiler (with handles attached), that needed dropping into a new engine chassis (he makes steam engines),
We called for help from over the road and Matt, with youthful muscles, came to the rescue,
We all lifted,
To me, to you….
It needed dropping into a precise position…
I looked up and recognised my Dad’s facial expression….something had been forgotten!
We all backed up,
The side plates were removed from the chassis,
We all lifted again,
To me, to you,
It dropped into place.
Many memories of standing at gutter edges, open drain covers and other unmentionables….phrases floating up like ‘Is it coming through yet?’ ‘Any movement?’ ‘Any sign?’…I have learnt a lot at his side.
Mum came back home this afternoon…’How have you got on? Cup of tea, piece of cake?’