I’m a rubbish friend.
By which I mean that I’m not always a reliable friend.
I’m a ‘pick-up-and-put-down-and-never-any-hard-feelings’ type of friend.
And yet I have some of the best friends that anyone could wish for.
Friends who know everything there is to know about me, skeletons and all, and still love me regardless.
I have no idea how I managed this, and I’m not sure I deserve them a lot of the time, but I am unbelievably grateful for them all.
I’ve learned a lot about myself this year. Challenged long-held opinions and accepted things about myself that I don’t like.
And my friends have been there throughout. Even when I’ve ignored texts, phone calls and emails. They’ve listened and attempted to make sense, understood (or not), and always been around with a ready glass of wine and a cutting one liner to bring me back to normality.
So, as Bea Arthur might say…. Thank you for being a* friend
*my
It’s good to know you have those ‘proper’ friends especially when you need them. Sometimes we don’t even know we need them do we?! I’m sure you’re a good friend too!
& vice versa my lovely. XX
Can you believe I read a blog!! And assuming you didn’t go and see more friends when I left today…….what lovely words. Our friendships are important and valued and when times are hard, reliable. See you soon my lovely. Not actually sure I’ve even posted this message right, am I now a Blogger or just a replyer?? X x x
I’d like to think so Julia x
Mwah xx
Bloody hell! I’m truly honoured! xxx