It’s Easter Sunday! The evening is drawing to a close. I spent all day at work and fell asleep pretty much as soon as I got home, but now I’m awake again and I’m feeling unusually productive. Its gone 10pm so too late to do any actual uni work, so I figured, why note do a bit more on the old blog?

If you recall I’ve been filling you in on the post Christmas events that I failed to record because I was so busy with actual stuff. So, in my last post Nikki and Leila finally set off on their travels and I had little more than a week before essay deadline, and I’d also been told that on the day of that deadline I’d have to go to London to interview a famous actor from post-war British theatre. Inevitably this meant that I’d have to have my essays finished well before the deadline so that I could have a couple of days to prepare for this lat minute interview. So this was going to be a high pressure period in which a lot of work got done in a relatively short period of time. However, before all that got too grueling there was still time for one last, brief, flirtation with the past.

I heard Sally was in town, so inevitable we went for coffee. Sally was on my degree, although it is with great remorse that I confess we didn’t meet until the final year, in which we shared a few seminars. Sally, it transpired, was funny, clever, brilliant… or to put it more succinctly- A Doctor Who Fan! Naturally we got on famously, and by as little as a few weeks into the first semester of 3rd year, Sally and her equally awesome friends Liz (who is currently studying for a law conversion on the other side of the country) and Izzy (who last I heard was teaching English as a foreign language in rural Africa) were fully integrated into my harem. ‘Your harem?’ I hear you ask. Fear not, I’m not a chauvinist, and this was not a nickname of my making. Instead it caught on after one of my tutors famously commented, again at the start of third year, that she “never sees Adam without his harem of floatating women.”

So, Sally and I went to get coffee in The Old House on Division Street. Until this point I hadn’t seen Sally since graduation way back in July, and it didn’t take long for the realisation to dawn once again of just how much had changed over those six months. Whilst I joked that only a few weeks earlier one of my tutors had treated us to Christmas dinner in The Old House (an event that woul have been unimaginable as an undergrad) Sally talked of how in the same time she had become an integral part of her father’s buisness, gotten her own agent and was already a proffesional self-employed proof reader with ambitions to found and run her own book shop. And I have no doubts that she will!

We also laughed. A lot. And I realised what a fortunate position I’m in. I’m doing something new, and I’m meeting new friends all the time. But then, at the same time, great friends never go away. So, hopefully, whatever happens, whilst time marches on, I’ll always have friends like Sally, who I can meet up with having not seen for months on end, and then laugh and joke like no time has passed at all. I guess, what I’m trying to say is that a good friendship is timeless, and it thrives without context. I think I’ve got a few friendships like that, and that we should be thankfully for everyone we make.