My BFF (Best Friend Forever) is Carol. I have been round to her house today, and as usual, she made us a lovely lunch!
I truly cherish her friendship.
I have mentioned Carol in my blog before. You may remember a previous post regarding our old shared twin tub washing machine that we kept in our garden.
This was way back in the 70's when we had bought our first marital homes next door to each other.
We called the washer "Animal" as it was completely uncontrollable and left such puddles on the floor it had to be kept and used outside.
Carol and I have been best friends since we were 3 years old - that's over 50 years of friendship and laughter we have shared!
As children, we lived around the corner from each other and had met on the swings at the nearby playing field.
We would play together at least three times a week whilst her Mum and my Nanna had a good old gossip.
Imagine our excitement just before our fifth birthdays when we spotted each other across the hall at the "Putting your Name down for School Day."
We went to that School for 6 years.
Even though we had never been placed in the same class until our final year, we were friends all that time.
We ended up at different senior schools, but they were quite near each other, so we were still able to walk to and from school together.
Some people thought we were joined at the hip. Others assumed we were sisters!
We went on to share all the usual teenage problems - spots, first love and the like.
We were each other's Chief Bridesmaid and once married, lived next door to each other for a few years.
We've seen each other through.........
new love and broken hearts,
miscarriages and childbirth,
prosperity and adversity,
achievement and loss,
parenting and most recently grandparenting.
Through all the many other stages in our lives, I can't remember one serious disagreement.
Nowadays when we are together although we bemoan our ageing minds and bodies,
we giggle at the way we each wander off topic,
can't remember what we were saying,
and click our specs together in greeting!
Life's never about WHAT we have, but WHO we have, that makes our joy complete.
Don't you agree?
P.S. I've now included this pic of the pair of us. It was taken at Woburn Abbey in 1967 on a Children's Trip organised by our local Pub. Funny to see that Carol was taller than me in those days. We've always call this photo "Two Monkeys and Two Parrots."