We were both working at a further education college as managers; both young and ambitious. We fell out and clashed quite ferociously just before an Ofsted inspection.The college Principal got to hear about it and, fearing it would affect the inspection, called us into his office to give us an almighty bollocking. After he'd said his bit, he reached into his wallet and took out a £20 note and said. "Take this, go down the pub, have a drink and f**king sort this out or you're both history." We did, and have been clashing ferociously ever since (15 glorious years!). I used to refer to her as 'the bitch from B14' (her office) but now refer to her as my best friend and the love of my life.
Ok, this isn't my story, but you'll like it. An 80 year old lady who lived in sheltered accommodation came along one Sunday to the church we both attended and announced her engagement to one of the other residents. They'd been meeting every Tuesday to share their Bible study. "Before we knew it," she said, "there seemed to be three Tuesdays in every week.". Aaaaah!
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
It's strangely similar to how my grandparents met; I hope it lasts as long as they did!
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.