I think I have posted this story before, but I was reminded of it again as I was doing the washing up.
Years ago we lived next door to a lovely lady who the children called Aunty Jean. When it was Jean’s 80th birthday we said her party guests could park on our drive – we put our car down the road so there was plenty of room for her family. We weren’t invited to the party as it was just a family occasion but we didn’t mind, obviously!
The next day, there was a knock on our front door, and there stood Aunty Jean with a tray with two glasses of champagne on for me and my husband to say thank you. We were surprised and delighted and accepted the gift with thanks. We warned the children to be very careful of the glasses, cut glass wine glasses as they were Aunty Jean’s. They were only young at the time and tumbled about like children do, but we made sure we kept the glasses safe, and kept reminding them to be careful.
The next day as I was washing the glasses I knocked one against the tap and it broke! We had told the children to be careful, and now I had been careless! There was a very good shop in town and I went to try and find a replacement. I wasn’t lucky so went to every other shop I could think of, still without success, I still couldn’t find a matching glass.
I went down to Manchester and went round all shops, stores, places which might sell a glass the same or similar. I found a glass which was almost identical, but it came in a set of four, so I bought them thinking if Jean wanted matching glasses I would give her them all, but if she was happy with a single replacement then we would keep the other three.
I took the glasses round to her and explained what had happened. She burst out laughing and said he original which I had broken was a set she had got free with petrol! We laughed and laughed and I insisted she accepted on of the glasses which she happily did. So whenever I drink from one of the set of three I think of Jean.
Coincidentally we were able to visit her shortly after her 90th birthday and she told us that each birthday she would bring out the glass I had given her and have a birthday drink from it to remind her of the happy time we were neighbours together.