Finding the middle ground – In the name of Thiago – Day 142
Some battles will be won
and some will undoubtedly be lost in the coming days trying to get my Dad to move
into his new place but as long as progress is made, then I hope I’ll feel relatively
relaxed about it all. The truth is that helping Dad move into his bungalow is
the biggest threat to my new-found positivity there has been yet.
The trick will be in
keeping Dad positive and to that end, he has been relatively upbeat of late, so
it’s a case of maintaining the momentum. I’m not back at work until Thursday so
I’m hoping to see things continue to move along, albeit it will inevitably be much
slower than desired I’m sure. Pickfords are delivering Dad’s stuff from
Australia tomorrow morning so there’ll be more socially distanced fun and games
tomorrow moving that little lot in.
We had planned to
plant the sapling that we hope one day will be a mighty oak tree today. This
was a gift from my sister Holly around the turn of the year; something to
remember my little man. What we know about planting trees could be printed on
the back of a postage stamp though, so luckily we decided to check in with my
sister first on the wisdom of doing this now and she said we would be better
waiting until late autumn.
So we went up to the
local tennis courts instead and had a little knockabout, something quite a few
other folk clearly thought would be a good idea too. It’s fantastic to see so
many people taking advantage of the fabulous weather at the municipal courts at
the end of my street – though it’s a pity that it’s taken a lockdown situation to
encourage people to see the benefits. I hope they’ll still be playing in two
months’ time.
I had a chat with an
old broadcasting friend of mine Hawesy today. He seemed relatively chipper I
was pleased to note. The last time I saw him was at Thiago’s funeral so it was
nice to have a different conversation today. He seemed quite keen to get
involved with the walk and kindly offered to share my story so I felt pretty pleased
about that.
Hawesy and I both
worked at BBC Southern Counties Radio about two decades ago now. He was on the
staff, while I was feeding off scraps just trying to get by as a freelancer. I
must be honest and say that if I’d had the same dedication as my old mate, who
knows where I might have gone but at that time in my life I was simply enjoying
the ride a little too much.
I’ve also been in
touch with two other former colleagues from those times Helen Bailey and Nick Metcalfe, who both now ply their trades in journalism. There’s a part of me that kind of hopes we could all maybe get
together for a stage in the autumn. It’s quite an enticing prospect!
I’m going to end on
that note tonight as the chaps have been briefed to get the barbie started. I
realise there’s been nothing particularly remarkable in today’s offering but
them’s the breaks sometimes folks.
Enjoy your Bank
Holiday evening and if you are feeling either generous or inspired in some way,
a donation to the two remarkable hospitals that looked after my son Thiago in
his short life, would be a marvellous thing. Gawd bless you all.
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