Years ago I was wooed with a holiday from my now husband (the wooing obviously worked!) The sun, the sea, the cocktails; good times! We spent some of our sunny days with a couple we met and vowed to stay in touch back in the grey uk. We even got invited to their wedding!
So when we moved house, (A big move from Manchester to the Lake District!) We safely put our holiday friends wedding invitation and contact details together so we could easily grab them. (You know where this is going right?) The move was a tad chaotic, boyfriend and his Dad in a van that contained our life and my daughter and I on the train due to car issues! And to top it off we were moving from a three bedroomed house to a small flat hoping everything would fit! 🤔
It was a step in the right direction (The Lakes) but it was so bloody small! I'm talking daughters-toys-in-the-kitchen-cupboard small, moving-furniture-for-my-step-daughter-to-stay-over small! and yes you've guessed it, we lost the bundle of information. Who knows where it went! bare in mind it wasn't unusual to have numbers and addresses written down then (yep with actual pen and paper!) I was on my first mobile phone and the screen was the size of a calculator screen! no address books on those babies!
We didn't turn up to their wedding 😒 worse still, we couldn't contact them in any way! We lost touch, no address to write to and no existence of social media to utilise! We were bad friends.
We often reminisced about our holiday friends when a beer truck passed (he used to work on one) One day my husband met me from work and as we walked home we waited at the road for a beer delivery truck to turn before us (yup, wait for it!) For the hundredth time we laughed about looking for our guy. So imagine our shock when we looked up at the driver and it looked like him! My husband stood at the roadside staring,
"oh my god I think it's actually him!"
We decided we couldn't let the embarrassment of approaching a potential stranger stop us if it really was our old holiday mate so we wandered over.
"Is your name Richard?"
"Yeh" (questioning, worried tone)
"Oh my god, do you recognise us?" I asked him smiling.
He looked at me, then at my husband and then right there, ten years after we'd first met, he pointed at us and said;
"you didn't come to our wedding"!
Laughing nervously we hugged and explained what had happened, you couldn't write it! After posing for photos to be messaged to his wife, we swapped numbers (input into our hi-tech mobiles this time!) and agreed to get together!
So there you have it, over a decade later, both couples now married and moved homes! and we're back in touch with two dear friends whom we met in a different country all them years ago.
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