Skiving..

Today, I'm off down Memory Lane. I left school after Sixth form and A Levels in 1982. *cough* It hurts to type that now. By which time, my school chum Debbie was half way around the world, running from a broken heart and moving towards banana picking in Australia. Back in those dark ages, there was no email, internet Facebook or text messaging; we vaguely communicated by phone and postcard. It was, like our school friendship, just fine. Pick up and put down at ease, and carry on where we left off whenever we made the effort. We both had our first child in 1993, although at the time we didn't know about each other's pregnancies. We introduced our partners and shared some special fun days together....once a year at the most, I'd say; twice if we made huge effort. It was ever thus. Nowadays, we have email, Facebook, and text messaging. But we don't use them. We communicate through our children when they message each other. You get it. I haven't been a 'there for her' friend. But it is an enduring friendship, there is no pretence, no guilt and no whipping - when we get together, we are pleased. And today is such a day. And wait for it..this is the second time this year. Of course, the first time was brought about by a car journey that necessitated a route right in front of my house, so it was a good chance for a bathroom break and a quick natter. So, really looking forward - not to catching up, but to hearing about the next stage and talking about our children - who have an equally good friendship. Nice huh. I cherish each and every one of my friendships - five minutes or thirty years old, and each for a different reason. Debbie and I are friends because we like each other. And part of that is because she's a week older than me.

Scrapbook LO is completely unrelated, but thought I'd better credit Basic Grey for the fab paper. The pic of my baby and her Auntie is a treasure found in an attic clearing attempt.