In celebration of LB’s first ever job interview, at very short notice. A volunteer post at Helen and Douglas House, two hours a week to start with. He handled the interview the way he largely handles life; quietly chattering to himself and occasionally breaking off, when gently encouraged [nagged], to answer. The volunteer co-ordinator who interviewed him was exceptional. As were the receptionist and the estate manager who will be in charge of him. It was one of those very rare times, outside of family, school and some specialist support, that everyday rules are adjusted (or ditched) to enable a different engagement. One in which unusual behaviours aren’t ‘wrong’. Just different.
And LB? He rocked it.
A few years ago, we were all invited to Danny’s 21st party. It was being held in a big old pub in Hometowny and the party was in full swing when Richy Rich and I arrived with all the kids. As we walked through the lobby, a strapping young guy leapt on top of Richy and wrestled him to the ground in an arm lock. Me and the kids stepped over the pair of them and made our way to the bar.
“A pint of Carlsberg, pint of London Pride, four cokes and an orange juice, please”, I asked the girl serving behind the bar.
“I think he liked me”, said Richy, tucking his shirt back into his jeans, as he joined us at the bar. We made our way to a table near the disco.
Credits: Thanks to Mary (and Danny) for a great evening. A sneaky ‘big up’ to My life My Choice..