Monday, January 16, 2017

You can't make old friends.

Our first friends are usually the result of Geography. We lived on the same road as the McKeoghs. We are roughly around the same age and so our first friendship was born. The McKeoghs would call in for us on the way to school. Those were the glorious, carefree days when it was possible to let your kids walk a mile to school, unaccompanied by any adult.It took us about half an hour to get there in the morning and about an hour and a half to get home in the afternoon. That was because it consisted of blackberry picking, chestnut gathering and bursting the bubbling tar with your toes.
Funnily enough I can't remember any rainy days only sunny ones.
That was when Martina and I became friends.

A few years later we were hiding behind Tess Fulham's pump house to spy on the guy we fancied as he made his way home.
Years passed and we went on our own pathways in life but still remained firm friends. We didn't need to be on the phone to each other every day or even every week. But when we did pick up the phone it was as if we had never been apart.
We celebrated Martina's 30th in Galway.

Don't judge us by our hairstyles. It was the 90's, the decade that taste forgot!

That only seemed like the other year so how was it that we were celebrating Martina's 50th this weekend?

All I can say is the years have been kind to us....and thank God for GHD's!

12 comments:

  1. Except that you can make friends with old people :-)

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