I had a visit from a childhood friend today. We had re-established contact by e-mail earlier this year(I don't remember how) and had established that we had had griefy personal relationships, grown up children, depression, personal injury (eg she lost an eye in a car accident, I have trouble with my leg), Venezuela, northern latitudes (Iceland, Spitsbergen) etc in common, before it all faded away around last May as my mental facilities slowly sunk into a dark and murky place and I forgot even yesterday.
I managed to contact her again from hospital after I had trawled my emails to try to make sense of the first six months of the year, and she came over to the hospital. What a merry chat we had. She taught me that I am not fully recovered, in that I tend to burble on and then forget where I had started, something I need to get under control, but nonetheless, loads in common, plenty to build on, potential at least as long lost friends.
We parted on good, affectionate terms, inspite me making pirate comments about her patch (never been done before, of course). My email to her after was a bit premature (I am stuck in here for months), but hey, I thought this worked:
"I hope you feel the same about doing it again. I can just see us hanging about in a bar, you with yer eyepatch, me with me chair, putting the world to rights, drinking rum, as the rest of the customers give us a wide berth".
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