Yesterday I caught up with a friend who I haven’t seen for nearly five years. We worked together nearly five years before that and spent many a Friday evening drinking wine, eating nachos and texting our husbands to say we’d missed the train home.
Geography got in the way of our regular catch ups as she moved off to Dubai and then back to her home, Australia (with her Scottish husband in tow).
Yesterday we met one another’s children for the first time.
We ate lunch. She washed the dishes in my kitchen, picked raisins up off the floor.
We moaned to one another about the things friends moan to one another about.
She borrowed a cardigan of mine.
We went shopping for tights.
We stopped for coffee.
We did school pick up and we sat in the garden.
We did as true friends do.
We picked up as if it were yesterday.