Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (19) Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining (Part 01)
The Purplemere Film Studio’s was a large complex of production spaces and studios that almost fell into disuse but its fortunes were turned around by Peter Lutchford the renowned film director who had turned it into one of the premier film industry resources in Europe.
The complex catered for every aspect of film production including set design, costumes, sound and visual FX, in addition to the stages.
Some areas were in a security controlled zone but there were still a lot of others on the periphery and it was into the small staff car park of one of the companies in a peripheral complex that Jed Anderson drove on a Monday evening at the end of April.
He could see there was only one empty space left so he headed towards that and parked the car.
Jed was just reaching into the foot well to retrieve his book that had fallen off the seat and he could see in his peripheral vision that someone was heading in his direction.
He was a small smartly dressed man, casual smart rather than business smart.
When he reached the car he thrust his head through the open window and said abruptly in a very aggressively unhelpful tone.
“Can I help?”
“No, you’re ok” Jed replied brightly as he returned to the upright position.
“Which company do you work for?” he demanded
“What in this complex?” he asked
“Yes” he barked
“I don’t work for any of them” Jed replied
“Well you’re on private property” he said
“Yes I understand that” he agreed
“Then you can’t park here” he said still in an aggressive tone.
“I don’t work here, but my wife does and I’m picking her up” he explained
“Well there’s no need to be aggressive” he said
“Whoa I’m not being aggressive, I’m just being honest, you’re the one who’s being aggressive, getting in my face and throwing your weight about” he said
“You are being aggressive” he repeated which was the final straw for Jed.
“Look, my wife works here and I’m here to pick her up, end of story” he said dismissively, opened his book and turned his full attention to it as the angry little man walked off muttering something in a thick Scottish accent.
“Unbelievable” Jed thought he heard him say but he couldn’t make out anything else, the man was very Scottish.
Of course when he said he was picking up his wife that wasn’t strictly true, Karen was his ex-wife but the officious Scotsman didn’t need to know that.
Karen and Jed had divorced the year before but it was a completely amicable split because after eight years of marriage they both realised it wasn’t really working.
In fact they carried on living under the same roof for nine months until they sold the house and it wasn’t really very different to when they were married, and it really should have been if they belonged together as a couple, so they knew they had made the right decision.
But even after the divorce they were still very good friends which was why he was still picking her up from work.
Even after they stopped living under the same roof they still lived within half a mile of each other and as the split was so amicable it made no sense to abandon their long standing routine of travelling to and from work together.