Oh lucky you, I would've loved to have seen Britannia .. just to see how the other half live
where you able to go on board and have a nosy?
If memory serves, at the time Britannia was being use as space for events and she was hove to as to public access to be nosy. But she is impressive.
I quite like the sound of
mad Helen
I bet she's great company.
Helen was first rate company. Mad as a bag chips but good company none the less. The street, actually it's a cul-de-sac, that Dear Mama, Big Sister and I moved to in 2001 is where Helen grew up. Her mother Ann became a family friend... I would sit up from laying on the sofa where I was trying to get my shit together following an all night session in which ever London nightclub I was shaking booty in. I would be laying on the sofa all day and everyone knew not to bother me. But with Ann, I'd sit up to let her sit next to me. Ann was always understanding of my fragile condition and smiled sweetly as the sins of the night before were regaled.
Her daughter Helen was just a face that I just passed in street, eventually I heard she moved to Manchester to take up a new work opportunity.. From circa 2007 to 2017 Helen visited on an ad hoc basis tell by when her car was parked outside.
In the opening weeks of 2017 Ann's cancer returned, more aggressive than in 2014/15. By June Helen had moved back to Basingstoke, back to the road she was born into, to look after Ann. We started to say "hi" in passing, soon exchanging platitudes, and eventually started dating. Sadly Ann passed in the second week of December 2017.
Helen was living in Edinburgh and other than Ann, had no real ties to Basingstoke. My life is in B'stoke and I had no reason sufficient to make me uproot. So we parted ways half way through 2018. She let the house she inherited and returned to Edinburgh.
... not that I need encouraging .
