That is to say I've made my first friend. I didn't expect it to happen so soon. Last time it took a lot longer.
I met her on the nursery run. It started with the usual hellos. But then one day we walked home together, Moth hand in hand with her beautiful dark haired daughter.
And we found we had a lot in common. When I told her about my first move from the Westcountry to the East coast, she told me a relative of hers did the same move but in reverse. She, too, has lived in different parts, and only recently arrived to the village.
Last weekend we joined her family and friends for a small gathering on Guy Fawkes Night. I brought homemade pumpkin pie and her husband set off fireworks in the garden.
Perhaps to some this seems a small and insignificant thing, but to me it's worth recording. It's good to have found a friend.
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