Friday, 1 June 2012

... to Meet a Friend for Coffee

Morning Coffee - a Trim Flat White
You can just about smell the coffee, can't you? And what was even nicer this morning than having a cup on my own, was having coffee with a friend. 
  Alison and I go back a long way. Our friendship began when we were in our thirties, volunteering at a community centre. In more recent times we see each other about once a year, phone two or three times in between and live in different towns. But whenever we meet, we slip straight away into where we left off, laughing and talking as if it were yesterday. 
  She was travelling north today so took the time to stop and visit. My coffee this morning tasted extra good when shared with a dear friend.

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