People Who Make My Day 1 was intended to be the beginning of a series of posts every few weeks. Maybe it is an insight into the way my mind works that Part 2 now appears six months later. Anyway it is 8.40 a.m. and I am cleaning my teeth. There is a knock at the door. I have a doorbell, which works, but there is a knock at the door. Thinking it may well be the postman I rinse my teeth under the tap and head doorwards.
Postman is a nice guy, punctual, friendly, always asks me how Ron is. No idea who Ron is but it's been going on so long I daren't admit it. I look forward to seeing him. The postman; not Ron.
At the door is a short, slightly overweight man dressed in crimson T-shirt and trousers plus a white jacket and shoes. React-a-light glasses have reacted to light recently so I can't see his eyes properly.
He has wild curly hair and is some age between 45 and 60. This is Francis. For some reason upon which I can't precisely put my finger I quite like Francis. He comes across as several synapses short of a brainwave though and I tease him something terrible.
Francis: Are you going to the big funeral today?
St: Which funeral is that? I thought it was tomorrow?
Francis: Graham Smith's.
St: Oh that one. That will be at St Marks' I think.
Francis: Yes. He was a fine Christian man. Are you going to offer your condolences?
St: I didn't know him very well.
Francis: Bob's (my closest mate) going.
St: Bob and I don't always go to the same funerals.
Francis: I thought you'd want to pay your respects.
St: Francis if I went to all the funerals in Leamington of people who deserved respect I'd spend all my life at funerals.
Francis: I've been talking to Pam and Mark about the music.
St: What music? Who are Pam and Mark? (I think I know but felt it better if he didn't know I knew.)
Francis: The music group at St Mark's.
Francis: We've got to get the young people off this rap stuff.
Francis: (Bursts into doorstep rendition of 'When the Music Fades' - surprisingly good voice but a bit scary) All this head banging nonsense it's not good for them.
St: Oh you ought to go and listen to some Roots Manuva or Kanye West. It's not all head banging nonsense.
Francis: (Sings 'It's all about you Jesus' chorus)
St: I think there may be some people still in bed Francis.
Francis: (Continues singing)
I shut the door.
Later at our staff meeting I am told off for leaking to Francis that there is another big funeral tomorrow.