Anyway, a week later, my sister Danielle, who was working as my PA at the time, told me that she had phoned a friend of hers on her mobile. Asking her where she was, the girl replied, ‘I am with a friend of mine, Julie Dennis.’ What a coincidence. Now that’s what I call fate. When Danni told me, I couldn’t believe it. I asked her if Julie was with anyone.
‘No, I don’t think she is.’
‘Then go to work, Danni,’ I told her.
Danielle got me her number and within a few days I was speaking to Julie on the phone. It was as if we had only just spoken the week before. I invited her for dinner at my favourite restaurant, J. Sheekey in St Martin’s Court. I was so pleased when she said she’d love to.
That night, I felt like a nervous schoolboy as I sat chatting at the bar with my very good old friend Tower, who is a manager there. I actually had butterflies as I downed another Bombay Sapphire and tonic, desperately trying to keep calm. Then she arrived. She looked stunning. It was like the Southwark Park Tavern all over again. She was even more beautiful than I remembered.
‘I bet that’s her?’ Tower asked, as taken as I was.
‘Ooh yes.’
‘You lucky bastard,’ he said, rather unprofessionally.
‘Luck’s got nothing to do with it,’ I replied, laughing.
I ordered her a glass of champagne. Tower showed us to my table and, over a dinner we hardly touched, we just talked and talked. It was wonderful. That night I fell in love with her all over again. Julie and I have been together ever since – over nine years now. We belong together and our wonderful friendship and love have made me the happiest man in the world. She will always be the love of my life, for the rest of my life.
Life was never dull during my first 24 years as a Foreman. What an understatement. It was a non-stop rollercoaster ride through heaven and hell and somewhere in between. Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing. The same applies to everything that would happen in the years following our return to London. Our family would rise and fall, then rise again. History would repeat itself in ways that were too close for comfort. I’d even have to go on my toes again, but I would always bounce back. But that, as they say, is another story …
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