#Bethere

Since my departure time from this here mud island draws ever closer, my social diary is becoming somewhat crowded. That old saying ‘ you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone’ certainly rings true when it comes to friends. Whilst I have no doubt many will be regular visitors to chez maison a la France, it’s not like they can pop on the bus for a catch up over a glass or three of Pinot. I can’t say I’ll miss that much about London town except perhaps my Oyster card. I’m so glad I gave up the dating scene, the current fashion trend of soggy raincoat and wellies is matched by my besties.

Dogs don’t judge and give unconditional love to those they share their life with. So they say. Personally I think my woofers judge me a little too much and the biscuit jar seems to hold their affections as much if not more than I do at times. As a friend however, the above is exactly what is needed when life throws lemons at you. Sometimes you just need to be on the end of a phone or ready with the car keys (or Oyster card) when everything goes to pot. I have been incredibly lucky to have those who would do just that for me but this past week taught me that being there for others means just that. Just be there to listen (no texting), not judge and give unconditional love. And lots of biscuits.

Tony was always there for his friends and mine. His hugs were legendary as was his ability to just listen. He knew when to keep schtum and when to give his penny’s worth. And whilst I have to admit the number of his friends I keep in contact with has faded over the widow years, I know his empathy isn’t forgotten. No matter where we end up or which country we decide to land in, true friendship works both ways. As much as social media asks us to be #bekind , perhaps to #bethere is more appropriate. Just like dogs. And biscuit jars.

“Only my dogs will not betray me” (Maria Callas)