March 4th, 1989

March 4th, 1989

East Sussex

Didn’t expect to be here again tonight, but Pamsy’s flight to Mahon got cancelled and it didn’t take much twisting of my arm to get me to agree to stay.

Of course I had to let Sarah and Jon know my plans had changed so I rang Sarah first.

When I told her I wouldn’t be able to make it she said, “Rob will be so disappointed. He said he was looking forward to meeting you and finding out more about your trip to Jubail.”

I’d only had one cup of tea and it was either hang up and get more tea, or explain to Sarah once again that I had just been to Jeddah and not Jubail.

After more tea, toast and a Mars bar, I rang Jon. Without hesitating, he said, “Why don’t I come down there tomorrow and pick you up? Then we can go and look at a few cars.”
“You don’t live even remotely close to here.”

“Tomorrow is Sunday, there won’t be any traffic,” he stated.

The thought of getting halfway home without having to step foot on a train was very appealing. Added to the fact that I really do need a car.

“Can I ring you tomorrow morning and go from there?” I asked.

“Of course. I don’t expect it’ll be early. I imagine you girls will be going out on the town tonight?”

“You know it. We’re hitting Eastbourne big tonight,” I said, laughing.

“Have a good time McGarr. I want to hear all about it tomorrow.”

Went shopping in Hastings and Pamsy and I used the rain as an excuse to pop in and out of several café’s for tea and pastries. Bought mum a few gifts for Mother’s Day and once it stopped raining we had a nice wander around town, in and out of several antique shops.

Back at Pamsy’s, her mum made shepherds pie for dinner, after which we took our time donning our gladrags for our big night out.

First stop was Boswell’s wine bar, which was jam-packed. Guy D and Guy E were there and we chatted to them on and off, in between them doing “the rounds,” as Pamsy called it. The two of them eventually came back to the bar and offered to sign us into TJ’s.

As usual TJ’s was mobbed and we soon lost the two Guys, but found a great viewing spot right next to the dance floor. As soon as Womack and Womack’s song, “Teardrops” started playing, I jumped up and Pamsy followed me into the middle of the crowded dance floor. Everyone around us appeared to be having as good a time as we were.

But, when I sang, “And the music don’t feel like it did when I felt it with you. Nothing that I do or feel ever feels like I felt it with you,” I suddenly felt my eyes watering and had to stop singing because of the lump in my throat.

Pamsy gave me a questioning look and I mouthed, “Ben.” She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out and I know she was trying to make me laugh but I had such terrible pangs from missing him that I thought I might cry.

And nothing ever really does feel right when he’s not around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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