Memories

We attended a memorial afternoon tea today, for our neighbours Wendy and Bryan. We only lived next door to them for six years, but have some wonderful funny memories. My favourite was the day she called me while I was driving to work, to tell me that there was an animal shut in my wheelie bin, that was the other side of their fence. They had heard it banging all night trying to get out! Mr L was out with the dog, but I told her I’d call him as soon as he was back. He duly returned and examined both wheelie bins, nothing! He called Wendy back and reported his finding. Wendy called me back again, not sure she trusted Mr L! Perhaps we should look in the shed she suggested. Still nothing but Wendy could still hear it! Half an hour later, she called again. I can only imagine her embarrassment  when she realised the offending banging was from a gate they had fitted the week before! She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so we both laughed, and did so several more times as we related the story to neighbours.

Their deaths so close to each other earlier this year were exceptionally sad, compounded with the lockdown that meant there were limited numbers allowed at their funerals. 
RIP Wendy and Bryan.