Bit of this

A rare soul this one he doesn't hold grudges for only minutes earlier we had had words. He grabs my hand "come and look at flowers growing, come on". We run up the field to his discovery of sleek hooded daffs that have just avoided being trampled on by the crew.

Swinging around in response to the sound of her voice into a bear hug and unexpected lunch.

It doesn't work but the smell of musk oil fills the kitchen and cheers me. Failure sends me hunting for the instructions thus becoming sidetracked in acres of black and white photo's.

Bit of that

Friendship

I've discovered a way to stay friends forever

There really is nothing to it.

I simply tell you what to do

And you do it!

Shel Siverstein