Yes, I know that I said there would only be three posts a week, but this is a bit special.
I can remember when I first met Pat, but I couldn’t tell you when it was, other than that it was spring time and sometime before May 1988. He had begun dating my sister, Karen, and she was keen for me to meet him.
That first meeting was the usual, slightly stilted affair. We met at Pat’s shared student house in Leamington. It was one of those slightly awkward, getting to know you, sort of meetings. Little did I know that I’d still be talking about it so many years later.
Pat and Karen were, it seems, made for one another. They were married in 1994 and now have two beautiful boys. Along the way he and I have been through many things together, from the night we lost Helen, to the day he bought a new turntable, to – well, so many good things that I have to write about.
I love him like a brother. There are times when, I am sure, I annoy the heck out of him. Like today, his birthday, which I have clean forgotten to send him a card for. So this is by way of a public apology and a public confession. Happy Birthday, Pat – here’s to many more.