When I think of 2015 I feel as though it was a year crammed with far more than I did in the surrounding years, and also not much happened. As said in a previous post, it was a good year and a bad year in a few ways.

This, perhaps, is one of the better stories.

Anyway, as I mentioned a good long while ago, made redundant, blah blah blah. Started uni full-time a few days later. Things were good, but I was concerned about the redundancy not coming through. The company I worked for wasn’t great; such is life; such is the sway of the trees.

The afternoon I was expecting redundancy (somewhere around a week after the last day) I was at home. So was Ewe, and I think he was listening to music so I leaned over the fence and we decided to hang for a bit whilst I waited for redundancy to come through. I was stressed as I’d been living paycheck to paycheck, and needed to pay rent. Still am, but now that I’m earning more, I’m gradually moving away from that. But anyway.

It felt like a long wait, but we listened to music and we talked. We talked about stuff that mattered and stuff that didn’t matter, and I tried to stay calm and all that, and of course it was difficult but I persevered, and things were good. And eventually it came through at around the time I was usually paid, and that was the last bit of pay I got from that place too, and it was done.

Naturally I felt free before then but the pay made it feel like it was set in stone. It was nice for relief just take over, because that was it. That was the demarcation point.

So Ewe and I had… I think a celebratory joint. May have been a celebratory pipe cone, but I’m pretty sure it was a joint. Actually, maybe it was a pipe cone. Anyway, we had one, because I could relax, and things felt good. And around that point Ewe put on Dark Side of the Moon.

I’m not much of a fan of Pink Floyd. Never have been, and  might never be. I do enjoy “Wish you Were Here”, and some other bits and pieces; some of which are from Dark Side… but I’ve tried listening to other parts of that album since, and I’ve not found much in it that appeals to me. However, at that time, as the pot kicked in, so did Pink Floyd, and there was something amazing about “Us and Them” that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

But of course it was not to last, and eventually Dark Side of the Moon ended and we may have listened to some more music, but I went back to the other side of the fence at some point, less stoned than earlier, and I felt comfortable as I had a bit of money and some time to find another job.

Perhaps this wasn’t worth talking about. It’s such a small thing, but at the time it was a big thing. Obviously the redundancy payment mattered, but hanging with Ewe mattered more so than the money. Besides which, of all the things to come out of that place, Ewe’s friendship was by far the best.

Anyway, I remember thinking at some time around then that I would never see that kind of money again, and also being worried about how long it would last. But it was a good time. Spent a good few weeks going to the beach most days. Looked after myself more than usual too.