frowny baby

I spent yesterday with Andy.  Andy is the only one of my friends that has stuck around since school and, sadly, one of the few close friends that still lives close by.

We chatted a lot about friendships yesterday.  It’s strange how you meet people and almost seem to know immediately that this person is going to be making you laugh and listening to your ramblings for many years to come.  I can remember meeting Andy very clearly - back in the days when I had a dubious 60s hippy wardrobe and he lived in shorts and trainers (even in January) - and we hit it off immediately despite the fat that we were (and still are) as different as chalk and cheese.  It never seems to happen anymore, that instant spark and immediate bond. Maybe it’s just something that happens when you’re in your overly emotional late teens and early 20s? But how on earth do you meet new people and find that spark when you’re 34?  Wish it was easier.

I’ve been missing Loo massively recently.  It makes me so sad that I can’t just pop over for a cup of tea and a chat anymore. She’s coming back over to Manchester next weekend and I can’t wait to see her I really can’t. I’m also hoping to see Emma on Tuesday on a working trip to London, so this week is shaping up nicely. If only they were closer.

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