He arrived for lunch wearing this

Hello Possums. I had a lovely lunch with my dear friend Ed on Wednesday. We have been friends for twenty-eight years and he knows me well. He can say anything to me. And he always knows what to say.

Late last year when I was looking back on my marriage and feeling resentful that perhaps I had just wasted ten years of my life in a marriage that wasn’t working so well, I expressed my fears to Ed. I told him I was worried that I had left it too late and that if I kept on keeping on and it fails in the end that I would be past the point where any one else would be interested in me.

Bindi, he said, that will never happen to you. He paused here and smiled reassuringly. I almost cried. Gently he told me this story: My grandmother remarried at the age of seventy-three. After my granddad passed away a man their family had know for a long time who had lost his wife years earlier said to her, Lottie I have always loved you. They have been married happily for twenty years.

Its always good to see an old friend, particularly Ed. He is so familiar to me that I can hardly describe him to you. Nothing I have tried captures him correctly. On Wednesday, I thought he had been in a meeting and expected him to arrive in formal work gear. He turned up wearing a Tshirt looking very casual and very relaxed. When I looked closely at his Tshirt I laughed. I took a photo of it. What do you think?