I cycled to Da Nang one day. The Captain, a terrifying roar of a man of gargantuan intellect addressed me at the bottom of the gangway. He asked me to bring him back half a pound of tea. The day infused with the gravitas of securing this purchase. A Very Important Task. I have to find the Captains tea, I have to find the Captains tea. I muttered as I cycled furiously around in the dust.
A birthday blog, she said. I've been fretting about the simple request for over a month and the more I try to encourage the words out the more they evade me. How do you dignify a friendship of about 30 years in a few silly paragraphs. We met on the swings at break-time. We ate crisps and laughed like eleven year olds. The habit became to race to bagsy the two swings for ourselves every lunchtime. Once we swapped shoes after PE and laughed so hard we nearly died. We kept looking down at our own feet and marveling at how different they were like it was the first time we'd realised it. And then we collapsed uproariously on each others shoulders again. Once in a while we've had cause to marvel at how different we are. And then we're in hysterics all over again. It's been no stroll around the hockey pitch but all the stronger for it.