FRIENDS

With all the emailing and messaging these days it’s so lovely to receive real post, plopped on the doormat by the cheery postman, thank you John, and bearing a postage stamp. the envelope that is, not John.

It wasn’t a bill or an NHS request, a circular or a plea for donations to protect Scottish midges from extinction. It was correspondence, addressed directly to me.

Cheeky minx. We’ll be having words about this. To clarify, I must be the one one the floor near the wine bottle, She is on the chair of course, flashing her suspender belt. She’s always doing that. Dreadful.

But I stick with her. That’s what friends are for.