When I was an EMT, I often had to work New Year’s Eve night duty, one of the busiest shifts of the year for ambulances in London. During one shift, we bought a bottle of champagne in a local shop. When we got into our local casualty department just before midnight, we opened the champagne in the tea room, and poured small measures into paper cups for the nurses and doctors on duty. Just after the clock passed twelve, we carried them out on a tray and passed them around, shouting “Happy New Year” to each nurse or doctor in turn. (We didn’t drink any) Then it was back out into the busy night, but it had been a nice moment indeed.
My mum and I owned a large long-haired German Shepherd dog, Skipper. We had him from a tiny pup, and he grew into a huge dog. When I got married, he stayed with my mum, and almost fifteen years later, he was living with her in a small flat in Peckham. One day, she rang me to tell me he couldn’t stand up, and his back legs did not seem to be working. She couldn’t take him out, and he wouldn’t eat anything, or drink any water. I drove over to see her, and could see that poor Skipper was close to the end. I rang the Vet and asked him to come out to put our dog to sleep. He agreed to do so, if we paid an exhorbitant extra charge, and came just over an hour later. My mum was too upset to stay in the room, but I sat on the floor with Skipper’s head in my lap as the Vet injected him. Our old dog looked up at me as he died, and I stroked his head. As sad as it was, that was nice for me, to be there for Skipper in his final moments.
On the day that I resigned from the London Ambulance Service to work for the police, I had to go into the main station at Fulham and hand my letter over to the Station Officer. She was an experienced Paramedic who had swapped operational duties for being a manager. I had been the union representative for many years, and we had experienced some run-ins and confrontational moments previously. But that morning, she genuinely tried to persuade me to stay on. When I declined, she thanked me for all my service, for being a fair but firm union man, and stood up to shake my hand. We had worked as adversaries, but left the room as friends.
After I had retired and moved to Norfolk, I spent a long time working as a volunteer for the the Fire Service. I would drive around installing smoke alarms, talking to various groups, and attending school fire safety displays. I had to ring the elderly or disabled people who qualified for the free smoke alarms, and arrange my own appointments. One day, I rang an very old lady who lived in a small village about eight miles from Beetley, and she agreed for me to go to her house the next morning at eleven. She was walking using a frame on wheels, and her back was very bent from age and arthritis. I changed her old defunct smoke alarm for a new one, and showed her how it worked. As I was leaving, she presented me with a small Victoria Sponge cake she had made for me, saying “I got up at six this morning to make it fresh for you”. A lovely old lady.
(1) Champagne wishes, but no caviar dreams? [Note: Robin Leach lived his last years in Las Vegas.]
(2) Skipper’s real name was Jonas Grumby.
(3) “We had worked as adversaries, but left the room as friends.” Many countries can also make that claim.
(4) A man lit a cigarette in a retirement home. This set off a smoke alarm with an electronic voice: “Stop it! Have a slice of sponge cake instead!”
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I have missed you.
Or did I? 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Really nice, Pete!
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Thanks very much, dear Jennie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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My pleasure. Best to you.
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That was very nice to read Pete. Thank you for the distraction.
Cheer’s
CT
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Thanks, Chris. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are really remembering a lot of very nice, and also sad moments, Pete! My highest respect! xx Michael
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There is even something nice about the sad ones, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pete, it is wonderful how memories can give one a lift years later, even the sad story of your dog and your last moments together. It’s good you could end on friendly terms with the Station Manager and she must have felt the same. Always better that way. Hope you’re having a good week (in the midst of the craziness of Covid!)
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Thanks, Annika. When things look bleak in the world, and it is dark at 3:30pm, old memories make me feel positive about the future.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hi Pete, these are all lovely memories, but the one about the old women is simply delightful.
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Thanks, Robbie. I often wonder if today’s young women will be anything like that at her age.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Some will, it depends on upbringing. I would do that.
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I know you would of course. 🙂
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Love these memories, Pete. You served well!
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Thanks very much, Susanne.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hard not to smile when reading these this morning, a great start to my day, cheers!
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Glad that worked for you, Eduardo.
Cheers, Pete.
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As in your fiction, your careful attention to details in each of these vignettes allows me as reader to share in these moments.
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That’s very kind. Thanks, Elizabeth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Such touching memories.
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Thank you, Peggy. It touches me to remember them.
Best wishes, Pete.
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It must be the day for memories. These were all touching, Pete.
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Thanks, Maggie. Must be an age thing. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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thanks for sharing these wonderful memories, Pete. very heartwarming 🙂
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Thanks, Wilma. It makes me happy to write them down.
Best wishes, Pete.
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There should be more sponge cakes in the world. Warmest regards, Theo
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Very true, Theo.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pete, these are precious memories. What a beautiful life you’ve led; to know loss is to gain so much appreciation for the small things you recognize around you and in others. You’re a good man, Pete.
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Thanks for those kind words, Karla.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You’re welcome ☺️ and blessings to you, your family, and Ollie! 🐶
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Sweet memories, Pete. Great posts.
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Thanks, Don. This series of posts always makes me feel happy.
Best wishes, Pete.
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All terrific memories Pete…I’ve said this before to you, but the absolute worst part of having a loving pet is they are destined not to live as long as you, and it’s a crushing loss to see them go…
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It certainly is, John. Even when I didn’t have a dog, I had to take my mum’s dogs to be put to sleep as she could never face it. I once had to take two in less than a year, even though I also found it very upsetting.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I love to hear your stories.
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Thank you, dear Pejj. It makes me very happy to remember them.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Big smile!
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One back! 🙂
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I have always stayed with my pets at the end. I can’t imagine not being with them but I know many find it too painful. For me it would be more painful to not be there. I love the sponge cake lady. How sweet. All your stories are nice, Pete.
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Thanks, Carolyn. I always had to take my mum’s other dogs to be put to sleep, and had to promise her I would stay with them. She could never face it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Of all our dogs over the years I remember each death….sad days indeed. chuq
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Me too, chuq. It is losing a loved one, after all.
Best wishes, Pete.
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So very true chuq
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Thank you for sharing these wonderful memories with us, Pete. They’re a good reminder that all is not lost, despite these grim times we’re in right now.
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In my experience, when everything seems bleak in the present, happiness can be found in the past. You just have to know what to look for inside your head.
Thanks, Liz.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s why I’m spending most of my time these days thinking and writing about the past.
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All wonderful memories. It does good to remember these things. It´s really those little things that make a life worthwhile.
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I have found my greatest happiness in the smallest things, Darlene.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nice memories, Pete.
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Thanks, Stevie. It makes me feel good to remember them.
Best wishes, Pete.
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We should all do this to happy ourselves up! Lovely memories.
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Yes, we should happy ourselves up!
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Helps to get through any bad times, Liz.
Best wishes, Pete.
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🙂
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Thanks, FR. These happy moments help counteract all the bad ones, no doubt about that.
Best wishes, pete.
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Lovely memories, Pete. Cheers, Jon.
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Thanks, Jon. They make me feel happy.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks for sharing such good (and diverse moments) with us, Pete. It is usually the small things and those moments we remember. Take care and enjoy the week.
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Thanks, Olga. Writing down these moments in my past makes me feel good in the present.
Best wishes, Pete.
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