Today was my monthly engineer lunch day. I went into the office because of this - otherwise I could have worked from home. But as it was engineer lunch day, I dutifully went in.
Engineer lunch?
I have lunch with an engineer. We've been doing this for the best part of years.
Dave and I were in the same team at a Telco back in the late naughties. Yes, I was working in an engineering team.
Dave is one of those quiet people who normally doesn't say boo to a goose. He's universally respected across whatever company he works at, but he's one of those typical engineers that normally look down when speaking to you... you know, complete introvert, a cow lick, wears lots of blue, grey and brown and is generally nondescript.
Except, being on this strange team, we got to know each other.
And after I got made redundant at the back end of 2010, we made a promise to meet for lunch once a month.
15 years on, we still meet for lunch once a month.
Other than we're both well into our 50s, think similarly on most things political and laugh at the youth of today, we have very little in common. Other than we have lunch with one another once a month.
Today, we talked about lots of things over Grill'd burgers. His daughters finishing school, aging parents, possible holidays, and my last writing retreat.
"I read my book while I was down the Great Ocean Road. Read my book and patted the dog and that was it."
"No naked swimming?"
"Nope. I was tending the fire that I'd lit. For a change, I was happy on the couch with a coffee, a crochet hook and a spare dog."
"Heaven?"
"Yeah."
"And the book?"
"Not awful. I now need to find some accountability monitors?"
"Somebody to check in with?"
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