Strange photo for a 'friends' post, not so, long term readers will recognise this footwear. It is my beloved All Stars that live outside Ann's house in France. Let me recap. On my first visit to Ann and Martin's back in june I wore the All Star gym shoes. I was mucking out and in and out the stables a lot and they took on a strange and somewhat offenceive odour. We put them through the washing machine, we did everything, but they hung on to their smell, I couldn't even wear them to come home so they became my French Shoes. They live by the woodpile just outside the house.
In my mind they are 'there' for me, old pals being where I want to be. Every time I go back over I put them on and enjoy that 'old slipper' feeling of a well trained shoe,
This time the sun was shining and I was sitting by the pool, wearing my faded footwear (that actually smells okay now as long as they don't get hot) and felt I'd come home.
Just looking at that photo makes me think of friends. Friends come and go, this is Ann who lives in France. She is my rock, she has grace and strength that I can only wonder at. Humour enough to cry with laughter and a warmth of friendship that draws me like a magnet.
The rather glamerous pussycat is Fluffikins (sorry Martin but the name has stuck), a major mouser whose killer instincts are cloaked in loving gentleness and a seriously cuddly look.
Martin, showing us how it's done in the jumping ring. The funniest person I know, someone who can make you laugh when you are at the end of your line. Someone who can take the silliest comment and turn it into an ongoing joke.
Great companions this pair, they have shown me some wonderful places in France. Introduced me to some fabulous people and opened my eyes to another world.
Lisa and Marc welcome me with open arms. Lisa, the Lady of Brocante who knows the best places to hunt for treasure and seriously enjoys the chase. They are such good company, open and free with friendship and talk.
Funny how friends come and go and fall into different catagories. When you suddenly need them you discover who they are. From my Mission Control on the sofa I have been making some surprising discoveries. Some of the folks that you think of as friends that are very close by don't even take the time to pop in. It hurts to think they know you are trapped but 'were just too busy', 'too pressed for time' to pop in on their way passed the house.
Others surprise you with happiness. People I don't really know all that well from the Coffee Shop have been phoning and texting and making me feel I am 'still there' and part of things. The friend you know is up to her eyes in work and children, still makes time to call in with shopping you didn't expect, and phones each day with news of the outside world.
Bloggers comments, emails from friends far away and calls on the phone. They all mean so much more when you are living life on the sofa.
And now for some seriously GOOD news from the sofa. Colin has had the test results and they think the cancer is all in the prostate and should be dealt with in an operation. He is releived, he is thrilled, I am OVER THE MOON. He phoned last night to tell me the news on his way to the pub to celebrate with friends. I celebrated with a gin and tonic and had a really good nights sleep – maybe I just passed out.