Love, Friendship and Tea

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Love, friendship and tea...the fuel of life.

I was listening to Radio 📻 4 on my way back from the supermarket earlier, two women were discussing their friendship of 26 years.

What made them so compatible, to be there for one another no matter what, or when. They both acknowledged they never felt judged by the other. No one-upping, no sugar coated ill-disguised ‘mum’ competition. Just being there.

I have three friends I put in this category and one of them is my sister. These are the people I could call at 2am. Those who would drive through the night, hold my sick child and would be perfectly happy take my call when I can’t even bring myself to say ‘hello’.

Distance isn’t an issue, or how frequently we see each other. Time does nothing to wear the edges of our bond away, if anything it cements them.

I am hoping for a cuppa with one of these friends this afternoon, before the school run. A quick hurrah for finishing my assessment. We won’t talk of anything deep I doubt, not today, but I know, and she knows, that when storms hit, we will pull the ropes in tighter.