My Londoner friend, Rowan, is coming over to Dublin for the weekend. The last time I saw her was three years ago when she visited me in Reykjavik. "Bring sensible shoes," I'd warned her. "We're going to hitch-hike up to the north of Iceland and camp out on a deserted beach!"
Rowan turned up with a suitcase on wheels, wearing a pair of baby pink ballet slippers. "What?!" she'd said. "They're flat!". Later, as I helped her shuffle down the edge of a rockface, I was reminded of the time she helped me wobble down Oxford Street in a pair of her heels. "Don't let go of my hand!" I'd screeched.
I just can't wait to see her again.
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that's class i love it when you meet up with friends you haven't seen in an age. a friend of mine is coming over next week haven't seen him in a year and we don't know what to do with him but i'm sure it'll involve drinking!!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you two are great friends. it can be so hard not to let a friendship slip when you live far apart.
ReplyDeleteMy best friend in school moved to Oz just after secondary school and I didn't hear from her for years (she was going through a lot and wanted to leave her old life behind). I heard last year that she was getting married to a boy I had never met. I didn't even know his name.
She came back to Ireland last christmas and we met up. After 5/6 years it was like we had never been apart and we just picked up where we left off.
True our lives had changed dramatically but our friendship had remained the same.
I don't hear from her very often as she is back in Oz but I know that when we do meet again, it will be just two old friends catching up and have fun.
meeting with old friends is great. I will have such a reunion in three weeks, and I will be seeing my friend from when we were in Europe, but metting up in Canada. whoohoo
ReplyDeleteHi Annie. You've been tagged.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to have somebody who doesn't let go.
ReplyDeleteInnapropriate shoes rock.
ReplyDeleteI'm auful at keeping touch!
strange. I never picture you in heels.
ReplyDeleteGoing down a rockface is not an activity for the feet. It should only be done while sipping something potent in a helicopter. If at all.
ReplyDeleteHave a great time with your pal!
ReplyDeletewhat a load of old bollocks that was
ReplyDeleteMr P does not believe a bleedin' word of it: Dublin - London - Iceland?
That just dont make any sense at all.
And as for the pink ballet shoes?
Oh come off it.
No way is that true
It was really great to see her, and like you said Lottie, it was like we'd never been apart. I am suffering for it today though.
ReplyDeleteTara, I don't wear heels, hence the wobbling.
Mr Pineapples, you are cute but insane.