A toast to friendship
I remember walking into a classroom on the first day to find the word YORKSHIRE written on the blackboard. It was where i had come from, they expected me to sound like a character from Last of the Summer Wine. I didn't.
We've all moved on since then.
In adult life i am better at it, and cherish friendships made. When The Sunday Telegraph sent photographer Clara Molden to my door, she became a friend. A friend you can tweet, text and have late night phone calls about boys, and a friend who comes to stay Chez Miss P.
Who brings gifts of chocolate, and a beautiful print of one of her images from the Royal Wedding (you can see all the guests, and no Becca you can't have it)
In return i filled the house with sweet peas, fed her cheese, a lot of cheese, and variety pack cereal and chocolate, and wine and gin. We talked of photography, and flowers, and boys, and The Hound, and boys.
and we toasted friendship. Good times.
Special thanks to Mr F, who when Ocado cancelled their delivery to me, took my shopping list and headed to Waitrose.
Did you eat variety pack too? Have Ocado ever cancelled your delivery? Do you hate jaunty-angled photos?
Posted by Miss Pickering at 9:12 PM