Hello Hello
So! Things at work and my
health are kinda the same so we wont talk about that today.
We will talk about how
it’s been such a nice day despite a death. Yes, someone died today. Alison’s
grandmother was 2 weeks short of her 90th birthday and she died this
morning. Very sad for Alison and the family. (The condolence card is in the
post)
But let me tell you all
about the nice people that made today so great. Adam, David and Jane.
Adam is work Adam, former
manager and now just a good friend. Shame he lives at the other end of the
country or else I would go visit him and his family more. I’ve been off sick
since last Wednesday and made an appearance today. I sent Adam a longish email
and he sent me a lovely reply. It’s always important to know that people care
and that they are there for you. In life you don’t always need people to fix
things, you just need kind people that care. Showing kindness is so easy. Thank
you Adam xx
I also returned to work
with lots of hello’s and emails inviting me to lunch. I must be a loud mouth
because they all know when I haven’t been there for a few days. Prior to
arriving at work I got a text from my colleague telling me that I should really
go see Colonel Sanders and he can fix me. They all know I’m a vegetarian but
think chicken is the answer.
The next person who made
this day really good is David. Well David and his wife Julie. They are
strangers, I have never met them, nor is it likely that I ever will.
Last Thursday while I was
off sick and feeling shit I decided that I couldn’t eat chocolate any longer
and it was time to visit the grocery store. So I’m in the parking lot of Tesco
and as I’m swinging into a free parking spot I accidently crash into a blue
Honda Civic. OH MY GOD!!! I so
desperately wanted to get the hell out of there and fast. SERIOUSLY I WANTED TO
RUN AWAY. I didn’t because its not the way I role. I’m a good moral-ish person
that was raised by pretty great parents. Instead I fixed my mal parking
attempt, got out of the car shaking, checked out the damage on the poor Honda
and searched for some paper and a pen. My note was simple, I was sacred
shitless and had no idea what to write. How about, ‘Hey, I’m a fucking idiot. Sorry’ I opted for ‘Hi, I hit
your car. I’m very sorry, please call me to sort 07***.
While in Tesco I needed
comfort food and purchased some shortbread biscuits. Times like these are when
you need all butter and calories don’t exist.
Now I knew that these
people were going to call me soon but I was petrified. The call could go in so
many directions. The possibilities are endless. Lucky for me Julie called, she
and her husband were at the car and were wondering if I was still at Tesco. I
explained that I wasn’t and that I was sorry etc. They needed my details which
I texted and they replied with a the following. I was also explaining that I
was going to the hospital later that day and might not answer. (I will blog
hospital stuff soon)
‘No Worries Leena, these
things happen, thank you for leaving the note, we appreciate it. Etc etc. ‘
How nice is that! In the
proceeding days we both made calls to garages and I sourced a new Honda civic
bumper that would arrive in 2 days. I opted to fix this situation by not going
down the insurance route, need to save my no claims discount. I spoke to David
a few times and sent emails etc. All correspondence has been great. I don’t
know if our greatness was bouncing off each other but man, has this whole
experience been so pleasant.
So today David texted me,
to let me know that the repair was completed, and it was fine to call the Honda
garage to pay for the labor costs. Once I did, I texted him “Thanks David, they are all paid up and I
have emailed you the receipt for your records. Thanks Leena”
His final reply was part
of my great day! He wrote, “Back home
now. Thanks for your honesty and being proactive. You’ve restored my faith in
human nature.”
How nice is that?
Seriously! What a nice nice nice text. (David and Julie’s Thank you card is in
the post) I’m not trying to be wet but I need them to know that they too have
restored my faith in human nature. There was never an ounce of drama or raised
voices etc.
Now for Jane. Jane is Met
police officer. I’m very Canadian when it comes to my street, my community and I am the coordinator for
the Neighborhood Watch on my street. The Met email me and I then email the
other residents on the road. Today the council were coming with the police to
meet a few residents who were available to discuss the security on our road and
things that could be improved and looked at. Street lighting, wheelie bins,
securing gates etc. I had met Jane last month and the neighborhood watch
meeting and we had a little chat then, but today we got to talk a little bit
more. After the official stuff was done it was just girlie banter. The others
were still talking and so I invited Jane in. I asked her to have a look at the
rear of my house from a security point of view. (I will be making some changes
shortly). Right from the second she walked in, she said how my house had a
really good feel to it. She said it a few times, she is right, it’s a good
house. It’s why within the first minute of viewing it 10 years ago I knew it
was the one. She also commented on lovely smell lilies as soon as you walk in.
Here is a pic of them, they are from Columbia Road Flower Market.
While she was over I
asked her to find me a nice guy, I poured her some Robinsons Orange Squash,
discussed sex, boys and love (it came up), gave her a tour of the house, and
cut and wrapped up a piece of Teach’s Orange cake. (Teach is one of my flat
mates who is getting me fat! He’s a great baker and chef.) In the middle of our
yapping she stopped me to tell me how nice I was and how it was such a change
from her normal day where the public are just shouting at her. How nice was
that! I was just being me and she liked me. The police are nice people, we
should all be nicer to them.
And well guys, that was
my day, made of nice people being nice. Nice nice nice. As they end every episode
of Sesame Street. - Today’s episode has been brought to you by the letters N I C E.
L xx
