Five years ago Upon this day For “Training” I did go away To London’s noisy buzzing heart Then after I took in some Art An hour’s stroll around the Tate Came three o’clock and I’d not ate So rang a friend who worked in town “Fancy food?” “Yes! - come on round” “Place nearby at half past four” At quarter past I’m at her door So pasta, chat and many smiles Nice to do once in a while.
So Five years pass What comes my way? Refresher training; exact same day My friend had since set up alone Another city, laptop, phone If lunch seemed off, don’t pity me, For strangely synchronicity Means the venue’s somewhere new This course has moved to her town too. So I make the call hoping to see If this five year anniversary Can be repeated as before She agrees, we’ll meet at four. When course is done, I make my way Not noticing it’s damp that day Slip on the path, my arm goes numb And “****** it!”; a broken thumb So instead of chats and smiles and tea I spend the time in “A & E” Rang my friend , “I slipped on grass” With stifled laugh, “You silly ****”
And the course that damaged me so gravely? A specialist branch of “Health & Safety” :)
True story. Six weeks in plaster and sling= extremely inconvenient. As for my friend, we all live in the same village so luckily we see each other fairly regularly anyway – no doubt our families will all end up together, with a few bottles of wine, on Mayday.