' Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.'
Thursday, 23 February 2012
A quick one today seeing that I'm a busy bunny at the moment. I'm starting to get into the throws of telling all my friends about my change of address and have just finished a call to Penny the Sloane. The origin of her nickname endowed by colleagues in the accountancy firm where I used to work? Well she's blonde and has a posh voice, she skis, sails and horse rides and was brought up on a farm. And she definitely does not share my pinko lefty tendencies. In fact if you mixed us together we'd make a very nice shade of purple. Need I say more. But she's one of the nicest most down to earth people I've ever met, shares my own rebellious unconventional spirit and I haven't spoken to her for ages.
It's occurred to me after our conversation that one of the markers of a good friend is that it doesn't matter how often you speak just as long as the relationship picks up again where its started. The good news is that P:enny and her family are moving back down to Devon from the wild Yorkshire moors later in the year. I can't wait!