One of the issues in getting older is that as time spins faster and faster you realise that you’ve left longer and longer between visiting/seeing/speaking to/touching base with long term friends. Added to which, I’m not really that good at keeping in contact with people (mardy sod was a term invented for me).
The beginning of February always reminds me of this because its the birthday of so many of them. So, apart from Mrs W., with whom I had a happy few days, there’s Jo and Dave, whom I’ve known for almost two decades now, and are beloved of my heart, and then Sean who I barely see, but who saw me through many bad times, and, of course, to my best ‘Friend’, Mr. Friend himself, still floaty and in love, who I miss rather a lot.
Happy birthday y’all.