There’s this guy called Brian, who used to be my PE teacher in fifth form, and was a colleague of Nicki’s.
A few Decembers ago, when Nicki and I were driving to Hagley Park to get married, Brian was also out driving and happened to see us going past. Somehow he figured that something was up, and ended up briefly gatecrashing our wedding, which otherwise consisted of immediate family and a marriage celebrant.
A couple of years after that, Brian gave one of the eulogies at Nicki’s funeral.
Yesterday I met Brian at a barbecue, and with him was Kate. Kate and Brian are getting married in December. And the first time Kate ever saw Brian was when he was giving the eulogy at Nicki’s funeral.
If she’d looked in a window she might not have seen him. If he’d lost his car keys he’d never have lost his heart.
Queen Street, The Front Lawn