A brilliant Bank Holiday weekend.
It’s weird, sometimes you get a smack around the head and realise just what is important.
This weekend did just that. It was a regimental reunion on Saturday night, the first one in a generation. The old and bold turned up in their droves and a fabulous evening was had by all.
It was this that made me realise what is important. Friends. More than that, family, because my Royal Signals mates are family. We do not see each other from one year to the next, but drop us all in the same room and we are back in our 20s and immortal again. It was the best evening I’ve had in years. I really do love them all.
It was made all the more poignant when the Boss proposed a toast to absent friends, we are all in our 40s and 50s now and some of the Senior folk when I was a youngster are now in their 70s, sadly we have lost a few.
But the last 3 weeks have been marvelous/funny/moving/hysterical/pressurized/motivating/inspirational/piss taking (delete as appropriate) as we have had a task that needed our attention.
One of our very good mates was in the middle of rebuilding his 1973 Triumph Spitfire when he fell seriously ill. No need to go into into details, but suffice it to say he was in no condition to complete the build.
This was causing him unnecessary stress, so our old Sergeant Major got on the phone/social media/email and rounded up the lads to get the car complete for him by last Saturday’s reunion, where we hoped he’d be well enough to sit in the thing and go for a little spin around the car park.
The car was a bare shell and in various boxes 3 weeks ago.
This was the car on Saturday after his old Signals mates gave up time/Holidays/family stuff and rearranged work schedules to do this for their old mate. 3 weeks from knacker to a top looking running motor. I have to say, I enjoyed working on this car loads, it was just great to be on a task with the lads again.
The team who made it possible.
Special mention must go to the Triumph Sports Six club who supplied the venue and a goodly amount of knowledge. Top blokes to a man, who bought into the Squaddie banter and way of doing things brilliantly!
Unfortunately our mate was too ill to attend the reunion Saturday night, but his wife came down and accepted the keys on her husband’s behalf. Moving wasn’t the word.
Onto my knee injury stuff, MRI was done, it is now a 2 week wait to get the results. The knee is still officially in bits and getting steadily worse. The last physio I had resulted in the physio peeling me off the ceiling and saying “Oh, I think there may be something else going on in the knee!” No shit Sherlock…