Me and my excellent friend S.
My friend posted some pictures of her time out here with me and it got me reminising. There is something so nice about visiting or being visited by friends. It inevitably involves a night spent chatting into the wee hours of the morning, irrespective of what you are supposed to be doing in the morning. It involves shared memores, chat about mutual friends and the reassurance that you have missed through not seeing them for however long.
Good friends tell you when you are right and tell you when you are wrong. They support your choices. They point out the obvious to you when you have missed it despite your agonising. They know you and how you think. They are happy to spend time with you, no fuss, no mess, no trouble.
They are the best.
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