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Monday, 24 May 2010

Common Courtesy...


Thank you for your kind counsel over my recent manic spells and woes...

I am, as French Fancy said, more suited to a lizard-lounge life, lounging on a chaise-longue, in flimsy lace and crushed velvet, than clinging be-helmeted, helplessly, on to the back of a motorbike as a pillion passenger...

However, we are now the proud parents of a blue Honda 750 something or another, ZZR?!?, on an 'F' plate, lawd help us...

We had viewed the bike, which was up for sale on the Easy Peasy Bay, last week one evening after work, and so I met and fell in love with its owners, who were so lovely, honest and decent, that I was enchanted. We encountered their warm and wild Scottish Terrier dogs, were kindly offered cups of tea in their cosy home, and I had a very soft and fluffy feeling about the pair of them. Trustworthy, honest souls, they were. You can sometimes tell that about people from the moment you set eyes on them. "This will be an honest sale, if you can get the bike", I proffered to GJ.

He continued to watch the laptop screen as the bids rose and he lost out with moments to spare to a new bidder from Essex, with no sales or feedback to his name... GJ was sorely disappointed.

"It wasn't meant to be", I countered, helpful as ever.

"E-mail the owner, Iain", I said, "...thank them for their time, mention that you were seriously interested, say how disappointed you are at losing it. Wish them well... It's just common courtesy. All good for the Karmic record...

"Then, when the buyer turns out to be a scammer, or fake, Iain might come back to you and let you have it.

"In another life and time, perhaps, with the shoe on another foot, so to speak, we could have been good friends with that lovely couple. They are good souls..."

And, I think you might be able to guess the outcome here... Iain e-mailed back to say that the Essex buyer knew nothing about the bids against his name. He did not want to buy the bike. Iain withdrew the sale and the ad, and replied to GJ's e-mail, asking if he was still interested...

Iain delivered the bike to us yesterday, on the warmest, sun-shining-est day there's been in England this year. He disrobed from his suit of leather in my back garden, and I tickled the dogs once again, while chatting to his lovely wife, who'd accompanied him to take him back to their home.

"We could have been neighbours of yours. Three years ago", she said, pointing at Andy's house, who'd passed on in his cottage, having lived there since he was 7. "We had three viewings of the house. We even brought builders up to look at all the work that needed to be done... In the end, sadly, we had to go for a bungalow instead, as I needed surgery on my knee, and could no longer manage any stairs..."

Iain was telling the same story to GJ at this point... We waved them off, and we looked at each other and wondered...

Spooky, you see. Serendipity. Lives and loves cross and uncross. We glide past like-minded and lovely souls in our lives. Exchanging glances. Chances.

...And, in this case, handing on the papers and the keys for a well-travelled motorbike...

Life goes on.

7 comments:

Rina ... also Chester or Daisysmum. said...

You where destined to meet for sure, why not keep in contact with them. People cross our paths for a reason ... have a lovely day
Rina

slommler said...

What a delightful couple. How blessed that your paths crossed. And you got a bonus...a new motorbike. How cool is that?
And I love Scottie dogs. They are so cool and feisty as well.
Ha!
Hugs
SueAnn

French Fancy said...

Isn't it good how life sometimes throws us the right sort of people to know. I really hope this couple become kindred spirits of yours and that GJ has an absolutely cracking time whizzing around.

xx

saz said...

you are such a devil you know that the fine vintage crushed red velvet Opera coat just won't do for bike travellers...what is a girl to do hen??

diney said...

I met a delightful and charming lady on the train a week or two ago an we chatted non stop for two hours, discovering people she knew who I had met through friends of friends and so on.We were suddenly aware that the train had stopped at York and she literally grabbed her things and ran so we never had time to exchange numbers, as we had said we would. It's a funny feeling that we may never, ever see eachother again, and yet we got on so very, very well.

Good luck with the bike - I ride pillion on my son's scooter around London (scary!)

Moannie said...

Spooky, oh yes. I wish you joy and lots of fun on the bike. I hate the wretched things. Drive safely.

Marilynne said...

You will have to devise some method of keeping in contact with these nice people. Good friends are hard to come by.

Good luck with the bike.

Something I wrote earlier...

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