The most important thing

Other things were dropped. My best friend for the last nine years is leaving. Marisa, she of the saviour injections, caring, loving mother and friend, chinese on our knees, a few late nights outside Bar Nadal, a lot of chatting on the school steps. I am still a little in denial and we haven't had time to do our own personal goodbye. But then it's not goodbye.

Thanks so much to Tree for letting us take over her house for the evening.

I saved my tears for later. Oh they did flood out.