Just a closing post.
First. About me.
A little treat I enjoy is a couple of Guinness Draft every Friday evening before dinner.
Now, back to Geoff and me.
When Geoff first approached me about servicing one of his watches, I gave him the warning.
"I'll do my best mate, all care taken but I don't have professional qualifications or coverage".
"Neither did I for half the stuff I got up to!" was the reply, so a watch arrived, was serviced and returned.
"What do I owe you for that mate?" was the next PM.
"Nothin' Geoff. I do it mainly for enjoyment and if you're happy with my work that's reward enough".
His reply was
"OK, no worries mate 😉".
So a couple of days later, a delivery of 12YO Lagavulin arrives at my door
😲. With some internet detective work I figured out it came from the same locality as Geoff's place. So I sent a big thankyou,
and in reply I got another watch!
We came to an agreement. He would pay return postage and a few bucks for oils etc. and that's how it went.
However, there was always a little surprise at the door a couple of days after he got his watch back.
Anyway, after he had a fall very recently, his Tudor Submariner had a heavy bump and the second hand came off and I got a PM.
"G'day Jim
I had a bit of a fall last night and caught my Tudor on a window frame, the second hand has come adrift. The watch is working fine except for that.. Can I ship it over to you for a quick fix mate?
Geoff"
"You know the answer to that mate, of course."
So my
most unfavourite watch 😉 comes back to roost. It wasn't a big task, just a check of the internals, the seconds hand was cleaned up and the pipe was broached to give it more purchase on the pinion, all tested and sent back.
Thankfully it got there OK.
"Hi Jim
Watch back on the wrist mate, it arrived on Monday arvo. Bit crook at the moment so a bit slow off the mark. Done the Paypal thing and also visited Dan Murphy!
Something black and delicious should be with you soon ready for the footy…woowooo"
A day or so later, another delivery on my doorstep!
This time a case of Guinness Draft (how did he know I liked Guinness?).
That was my last communication with Geoff, and it must have been one of his last I suppose.
So now, my Friday night treat has a lot more meaning to me.
I suppose that even when this case runs out, I'll always have a small smile on my mug whenever I sip my first drop of Guinness at the end of the week.
Cheers Geoff!
Blue Skies.