Mar
31
2011
Small Hinges
I phoned a friend the other day. In fact, I phoned several friends for a reason I’ll get to in due course, but this one conversation really stuck by me.
This is a friend who knows stuff. She knows all my stuff – the good, the bad and the unacknowledged. We have shared tea and cake, late night phone-calls, and sitting on the lounge floor in tears. We have graduated together, we have celebrated together, we have fled together – from Statistics and from various other forms of inhumane torture. We know the shape of each others’ hearts and can pick up where we left off no matter how long since the last visit, the last phone-call. As I said, she knows my stuff.