It's 12 years ago now that I went on my last Saint George's Day Club up in London and I never figured it would be my last one. But it was and we are at that point where my life changed. Twelve years ago I was getting friendly with my partner, we had Easter Sunday lunch together, we had been at a gig on Good Friday and arranged to meet as she was coming to the little village where I was then living to see her friend and I suggested we could have Sunday lunch. Interestingly she was fashionably late, I had to wait a few hours whilst she had her tyre changed by the AA and so we had a very late lunch indeed followed by a walk where I managed to pull my shoulder muscle at the outdoor gym - impressive I know!
She wasn't able to make our arranged walk on Bank Holiday Monday, she was in A&E where they diagnosed a detached retina and she told me she was due to go in to have it fixed on the 24th April. I left it at that other than to say that I'd be available to help her out if she needed it!
St George's Day was excellent my friends and I regularly went up to the Grosvenor House Hotel and had, let's call it all day drinks, in celebration. Living near the railway station we arrived home suitably late, in fact the next morning.
The next day in the late afternoon I got a text saying that could I pick her up from the Hospital to which I said I would but no call or text came until in the late afternoon I got a nurse call me from the Hospital asking where I was and so I said I'd come straight away. The nurse told me had I been told I had to stay with her or needed someone to stay with her after surgery? I thought no more but warned my house mate and quickly packed and overnight bag just in case. Surely someone had been arranged with her to stay over? Going via the Petrol station for flowers and a card I got to the hospital in around 20 minutes or so and went and found her lying on her side with an eye patch on...
On the drive back to hers I asked had she got any food in? No, so I stopped and did a shop and got her home, gave her some supper and then asked who she had to stay over? No one and the rest, as they say, is history! I had to get her back to the Hospital for 9 and then I had an appointment which I had to drive back to almost where she lived, had my appointment and then drive back to the Hospital, pick her up, we went for a meal at what is now our local and then I drove her to her friends, near where I lived, drove her back and so I ended up as the Chauffeur, cook etc. for over 6 weeks until she thankfully recovered her eye sight.
So my St. George's Day celebrations were well and truly over. So 12 years tomorrow since I picked her up from the Hospital and come the May Bank holiday when I invited her to come and stay with me at the house for the May Bank holiday weekend! It's been a long three days!!!
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