Wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome
Right now, Beloved is at Heathrow, meeting an Old Friend (TM).* The moment they arrive back will mark the beginning of about 10 days of intense socialising with various Old Friends who all seem to be converging on Londonville in the exact same week-and-a-bit; two of them are staying with us (though not at the same time). This means various things.
It means excitement and joy and delight in the company of those much loved and seldom seen.
It means stress and exhaustion and complete failure to stay on top of things I really need to stay on top of.
It means Swiss chocolates.
It means a depletion of monetary resources as we wine and dine and celebrate and entertain.
But what it means right now is that the carpets are vacuumed, the kitchen and bathroom are clean, there are flowers on the table**, the beds are made with fresh linen, the oil burners are lit and the air is filled with the happy scent of lavender and expectation.
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* Just how old? Well, he met her on a plane, while he was en route to visiting his dad for the summer. He was 10. It amazes me they are still in touch.
** Note to self: put flowers on the table.
2 comments:
Hm. That's an inspiring story of friendship. And cleanliness. I need to go and bleach something, I think. In honor of your occasion.
That's amazing! The capacity children have to forge lifelong bonds...whoa. I barely keep in touch with my high school classmates, and it's only been a year and a half out. Way to guilt me into a quick text, Scroob.
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