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Thursday, 11 October 2018

A Single Life | A busy weekend

Welcome back. I hope you’re all good. As another weekend approaches I thought it was about time I recalled the important and exciting events of last weekend whilst they’re still reasonably fresh.20181005_141454
The weekend started, for me anyway, on Friday afternoon which was of course Trev’s Memorial service at our workplace; Brighton College. My afternoon sports run and home run to Eastbourne had been kindly covered so I could make the most of the occasion. And yes, have a beer or two. At 3:15pm I took my place after entering the chapel accompanied by many of my colleagues in Transport. Some of course had work to do and simply couldn’t be there. The opportunity to wear my trusty leather jeans to school for once was too good a one to pass up and I was extremely proud to wear Trev’s badges and lanyard from his time at Pre-Prep, Security & Transport.
Proceedings were opened with and conducted superbly by our Chaplain Father Robert and there were readings of poems by friends and colleagues.
The first address was by Steve Marshall-Taylor, one of the Deputy Heads here at the college and someone with whom Trev worked very closely on Open Mornings. It was a wonderful speech, humorous yet heartfelt and showed very clearly in what high regard Trev was held by someone very close to the top of the tree. You’ll find a copy of his speech HERE.
The second address was given by Stephen Sparshatt, a member of the security team and also someone that Trev worked alongside many times. Entertaining and again it demonstrated Trev’s popularity amongst his colleagues. I thought both speeches were superb and summed up Trev very well indeed. Stephen’s speech is HERE.
Order of Service:
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There was a gathering afterwards with drinks and sandwiches and a fine example of talking to the right people was evident in the bottles of real ale lined up on the counter. It was nice to have the opportunity to catch up with those at the service including several caravanners, friends in Brighton, parents from the Pre-Prep where Trev was Caretaker and some colleagues too.
I would like at this point to thank the college and all involved for putting on such a lovely service. It means an awful lot to know that Trev was held in such high regard.
The erm, research continued for another hour or so at a nearby pub before heading back to a friends for some sustenance because during all the chin wagging I’d completely forgotten to eat anything.
Probably not surprisingly another tidal wave of grief hit that night, fuelled no doubt by the events of the day, ale and some music. It passed quickly though and I felt better by the time I headed for bed.
Saturday saw me - after a couple of hours work - or as I call it, Patsy time vouchers - head to Colchester for the night ready for the christening of cousin Andy’s youngest grandson on Sunday. the journey was pretty miserable to be honest but only because of the appalling weather and traffic. Rosie, our - sorry, my - trusty red Honda, for once unencumbered by a tonne and a half of caravan on the back - was unable to show what she was capable of. 
Having checked in at the nearby Premier Andy picked me up and enjoyed a very pleasant few hours at their places, Janet serving up a superb roast beef dinner later on, before settling down to guess - mostly wrongly it has to be said - the judges scores on Strictly.
Sunday morning was the christening and it was at the church at Stratford St Mary, just across the border in Suffolk. Andy & Janet got married there, as did their eldest Sarah and her son Braydon.
Most who know me will know that I don’t do religion in any form - and never have. So I’ll be honest that I found some of the time in church just a little uncomfortable, hearing the prayers and words of praise was difficult to reconcile with recent events. But, this wasn’t about me and I was delighted to be there with Sarah & Derek on what was an important and happy occasion for them and all concerned.
I am also happy to report that the two piece suit I wore for the funeral became three as thanks to shifting a few pounds the waistcoat now fitted. Yes, the suit was black but the shirt and tie wasn’t!
With the service over there was another important event that required our attendance - myself and Andy’s anyway. Young Braydon’s football team  - the er, mighty Colchester Villa were playing in a county cup game against opposition that they’d previously struggled against.
Andy and mine’s attire raised a few eyebrows and comments amongst the gathered Mum & Dads and we must have stuck out like sore thumbs but it certainly did the team no harm as they won 7-2.
The final event of the weekend was back on the south coast and after saying goodbyes it was back on the road to head for home. With the sun shining and the traffic light the journey was much better and Rosie got a chance to show what she can do without Patsy bouncing around on the back whilst still returning over 45mpg. Bless her, I hope she lasts for a long while yet.
The suit was ditched for the leathers again for the second roast dinner in as many days at dear friends - and former neighbours Tony & Jane. As always, lovely grub surrounded by great friends and a fitting end to an exciting if tiring weekend.
Another tidal wave had the last say Sunday night and was perhaps the most vicious for some weeks, although mercifully short. A reminder - as if I were to need one - that it’s a long old road yet to be travelled.