(I paraphrase.)

Friends are the people who know what you’re really like but are still willing to talk to you.

Had a lovely meal with Jenn yesterday in Pizza Express (good service makes such a difference) in Worcester. Then just hung around, watching t.v., eating fish and chips and flambee bananas, being rude and laughing a whole lot.

Been a strange week, a whole lot of things to think about – John’s funeral on Monday, the two dates with a lovely girl on Wednesday and Thursday. It’s been a lot to take in, to digest I suppose. Sometimes that happens doesn’t it, you just sort of keep going and don’t spend time considering what is actually happening? (Though, anyone who has actually seen me this week would know that that is a little bit of a fib…)

Anyway, yesterday was just really really nice. It was just nice to be myself. Actually no, I mean it was nice to be around friends.

(Also, we used to have a magnet on the microwave that read – ‘You’ll always be my friend; you know too much.’ That’s definitely true of last night.)