|Why do these mugs remind me of my brother?|
Also, last night I had a few of my “Grown Up” friends over for dinner. I don’t mean grown up as in they are older than me but I mean they enjoy fine food and wine rather than a kebab and value vodka. So myself, Fliss, Dom and Phil sat about my kitchen table into the small hours of the morning discussing everything pretty much. By 2am it had degenerated into fairly hard core theoretical philosophy that mostly I just listened to as I had little to contribute to the topic but found it interesting none the less. In bed by four but the following morning I was rather aware that I was now another 3 friends closer to having said goodbye to everyone and leaving for Oz.
I am 4 friends closer now including Steph. It’s kinda scary. It almost makes me not want to see my friends as I know it will be goodbye. I know that’s backwards logic because time will carry on regardless and the time for me to leave will come if I am ready or not. Eeeep.