Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

The third verse always brings a lump to my throat.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

It's particularly applicable as our mini-reunion continues. We're missing one or two of our gang, but they're here in spirit.

More old friends

I spent an hour this morning on the phone to a good friend in Canada. She just had her second child two weeks before J was born. So we spent the entire conversation talking about our babies, our friends' babies and our friends who have yet to have babies.

Some of it was mild complaining but on the whole we're both really happy. Strangely enough it beats complaining about exams, work or chicken-headed bosses.

I never thought I'd have a conversation like that. And I definitely never thought I'd enjoy it even if I did.

But I did.

Old friends

I've been spending the last few days with some old friends... and we're 'old' friends in more ways than one. We've been hanging out together since our days in primary school and now we're in our very early 30s. We try to see each other as often as we can which sometimes isn't very often at all. But when we get together it's like we've never been apart.

We often say things like, 'You haven't changed at all', which is always true at some level. At these times all the heavy layers of cynicism, sophistication and occasional wisdom that we've accumulated over the years peel off slowly and we talk and act like the giddy schoolgirls we are inside.

And we also say, 'You look exactly the same as before', and we actually believe it. Perhaps we're delusional.