One of my closest friends came over for lunch and a major catch up today. We took nephew leftovers as a picnic into the garden and spent wonderful hours just shooting the breeze. Covering everything from international politics to gossip from work to the state of our lives. As we always do. There’s nothing more invigorating than being your real self, all defences down, with a trusted companion who knows you as well as you know yourself.
She brought rhubarb tarts with such glorious pastry and creme anglaise that I’ve decided I must start serious cooking again. And two slabs of chocolate and sunflowers.
I had a heart scare just as she was going on holiday and decided not to tell her about it as I knew she would spend her very needed and well-earned break fretting about me. Told her about it in glorious technicolour today and we winced and laughed in equal measure. This is a pal I can discuss my funeral eulogy with, without her batting an eyelid.
Turns out she had a health scare just before she went away and decided not to tell me about it as she thought I would fret…
What are we like…