How I Met P

Responding to my comment on Yorkshire Pudding's recent blog post about "Ordinariness", he recommended a few topics that I may wish to blog about when I suggested that my blog was...well.. just ordinary.  One of the suggested blog post subjects was how His Lordship and I got together.

So, for those who may be interested, this is how it all happened forty years ago.

I had, unwisely, married at age 19 to my first ever boyfriend thinking at that time that nobody else was ever likely to ask me.  We moved from the London suburbs down to the south coast in search of jobs and cheaper accommodation costs.  Within three years I realised that I had made a huge mistake and so the marriage stumbled to a halt.

At the same time P had just moved back to England's south coast from Australia, (where his parents had moved their young family back in the early 1960s as "Ten Pound Poms" in search of a better life).

I was staying with friends who had kindly taken me in when my husband and I split. One evening they took me to their local bar to stop me moping about in their house.  We were having a quiet drink together in the front bar when we became aware that a fight had broken out in the back bar (not as refined as the front bar!).  Their friend, the bar manager, broke up the fight, called the police and ambulance then came to sit with us when everything had calmed down.  He chatted to us, totally oblivious to the blood stains all over his shirt front, and after a while suggested that the four of us go out one evening to try out a new restaurant that had just opened.  

Obviously, that was P. We all went along to the restaurant a few days later and had a very pleasant evening.  He found out where I worked and the next day called my office and asked me to go out for a drink.

And that, my friends, was that.

Very ordinary indeed.