My lovely, lovely neighbour was diagnosed with "cancer of the digestive system" last week, as he told us, and more tests await him in the new year too.
He restores classic motorcycles, we see them being delivered in a million pieces, usually in a box and we see the progress as he puts them together when we walk past his garage every morning, where he works away. He seldom misses a day unless he is on holiday.
For a few days after he told us the news last week, the garage door was closed and I felt so sorry to see that when I walked past.
Yesterday the garage door was open again and he was polishing the tank of the latest project. It gleamed already, but he seemed intent on making it truly shine. I stopped to say hi and to say how pleased I was to see the garage door open again. "It ain't taking today away from me" he said "not whilst there's a bike waiting to be built".
I look forward to hearing the throb of that motorcycle engine the first time he takes it out for a test ride, as usual, dressed in full leathers (he's well in his 70s). It's such a thrill, the bikes are works of art when he is done with them. All the neighbours congregate (especially the men) and some take photos.
ethel lots of love x