my best friends moved house, we met years ago, lost touch, then she moved in down our street.
I could get out a bit then so i popped down to see her, she,d invited me down for coffee
i forced my self to pluck up courage to go cos up to then id just been taking chubbs over the park.
my days were spent over the park and down jills, i didnt stay long 15 mins, id pop over to the bakers first and buy 2 date slices. we,d sit and natter. this would be 2001.

found it quite easy once i got used to it cos it was just at the end of the street i could come home when i wanted, she liked to natter about her life she didnt have friends so i could just sit and listen . muffled up in my coat cos i was always cold.


I started getting her interested in hobbies and cards ect, shed always had her own business of some kind. knocked one day, to say she,d thought of opening a shop, she never came in,
only to see something of interest then she was gone, like my teapots.
the only person that never asked questions about my life. she never did.
I dont like nosy folk which is prob why ive never had friends since i got married.

Im not interested in gossip.my mam loves it, my gran used to say "any news" id get pleasure from saying "no, none at all" while looking blank...which is very bad, but i can,t help the way i am.