I had spent 10 months looking forward to our get-together. And I blew it
We’re all catching up with family and friends: a joyful but also fraught process, judging by the snippets wafting my way from neighbouring gardens and streets. Me too: it had been 10 months since I had seen my best friend until she came to stay last week. It was wonderful, but also evidence of how incapable I now am of behaving like a normal human being.
Firstly – despite being desperate for this moment for months – I got the day wrong. Then, on the right day, I fired off a series of panicky, apologetic messages after getting distracted by a Greek bakery on the way to collect her. On arrival at the station, I got out my phone to find a missed call and multiple messages. “EMMA. I am still in London. I do not arrive for two hours.”
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