under the skin

On Sunday evening I met up with Fhina and her husband, we had tickets for Peter Green and friends

and  l was living in deep denial and certain that Carlos Santana would turn up as a said 'friend'.

And I was more excited the whole week before because Fhina and I would get to chat and catch up with each other. Not sure how this would happen as concerts are historically LOUD and you will know how hard it is to hold any conversation! However Peter Green cancelled due to illness and Fhina emailed to say they would still come over to visit! Yeah! We chatted in the bar, drank lots of wine, ate tapas and l delighted in her company.

Fhina and I met through our blogs and then our first meeting was in Newcastle in May 2009 when Fhina and I arranged a rendezvous for coffee. Neither of us wanted to end our meeting, so she then accompanied me to the French consulate, to support me in my nervousness. As l had an appointment with The Consul General  for my application and as it turned out, an interview for my french passeport. She acted as chief navigator en route, with husband on the phone as our GPS.

We seemed to have clicked and are most certainly...

                                                                 'seours sous la peau'

She makes me laugh and laugh

she makes me cry

she gets me and l believe l get her

she has empathy and compassion

by the bucket load

she says it how she sees it

with tact and kindness

she has the words

of a true friend  sister