Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.
At the start of last week, I had a touch of the wobbles, an Oh woe is me Monday was followed by a ridiculously despondent Tuesday.
These two blue days were followed by on and off sunshine for the rest of the week, which perked me up no end. By the time Monday came around again, I had become a little ray of sunshine.
One of my oldest friends, we were born on the same day, same year, came to stay to celebrate another birthday together. We have some kind of invisible bond that binds us. We met at sixteen and have dipped in and out of each other’s lives ever since and have shared many birthdays together. We might not see each other as often as we would like, due to a slight impediment, an eighty-five-mile body of water AKA the English Channel, but, when we do get together, we pick up where we left off.
So this radiant little ray of sunshine would just like to say that nothing can ever mean as much as spending a handful of hours in the company of good friends. Friends are the essential ingredients of life. If you add a little wine, a sprinkling of good food and lashings of sunshine, life never tastes better.