It's early October and the leaves are beginning to get that tinge of gold in them that I love and I'm at the airport awaiting my return flight home after visiting my lovely 'dancing' friends.
It turns out that this is our tenth anniversary. We get on so well, (you know those friendships that you can't remember life before?) Well, luckily for the majority of us, we met a week before JR went in for her hip op and so it's time stamped on the memory of JR and she just has to remind the rest of us.
So, a decade ago, we all happened to book onto a ballroom dancing weekend in the Cotswold's. Two long married couples, one engaged couple and me. I still don't know what possessed me, (gave me the courage,) to book as a singleton and to drive further than I ever had done at the time, (this was even before Satnav,) and to roll up alone and to attempt to 'socialise' for an entire weekend. You know that I do not do 'social'. I like my friends, I love my friends, I can talk to them, I am incapable of small talk to people that I don't know.
But, fate lent a hand and we all wound up on the same round table at dinner on that first night. We all miraculously gelled and somewhere between the parquet flooring and the sequins, a new circle of friends was born.
Ten years, one wedding, one funeral, two baby boys, one baby girl, a miniature schnauzer puppy, two house moves a serious back operation and a renovation later, and we're still in touch.
For the last ten years, I've travelled down to my friends, two or three times a year. I used to drive but then, it became actually cheaper to fly, so now I fly. We even had a trip to NY.
I've learned that you're never too old to make new friends, never too old.
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