I've had a visitor for two days. An old friend who lives at the other end of the country. We were naïve innocents from Glasgow, living in Paris and London in the sixties and thinking we were sophistication personified. Now we are a pair of crabby old women laughing over our youthful antics, getting irritated with each other, knocking back the wine and comparing notes on our crumbling bodies. By the end of the visit we're tired and part with relief, both too used to our own company and our own way. But the memories and the fondness remain.
Fond flighty old friends
Glad to say goodbye.