The Lovely Nut

I went out for a huge pub lunch last Sunday with a very lovely friend (The Lovely Nut).

We laughed about men, compared our mum’s idiosyncrasies, worried about our expanding waist lines and then decided worrying was wasting time and ordered a pudding each after all. (Chocolate brownie with warm white chocolate sauce and honeycomb ice cream is hard to resist.)  Mostly though, we laughed.  At each other and with each other.  Because that is what friends do isn’t it?

So why am I writing this?  Because The Lovely Nut who I had such a fun day with who made the effort to drive all the way down from North London to Bumpkinsville to see me is, in her slightly nutty mind, a year younger than me.  She ‘forgets’ the four decades that go the other way.  She’s actually 39 years older than me.  (She is also an ex boyfriends mum, but we’ll gloss over that for now…). 

Another nut... :o)

I guess I just wanted to have a written reminder that you can find the loveliest of friends in the most unlikely people.  And the nuttier they are, in my view, the better :o)

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