When love comes to town...

Like Andraste, I have been working flat sodding out on a project which has seen me spend large chunks of my time here, working. Sometimes it feels like groundhog day, get up shuffle to desk, remain at desk, go back to bed.
But this weekend my oldest friend is coming to stay for two days and I am giddy with delight at the prospect.
We have known each other thirty years and considering I am thirty-three, that's a lot. We met on the first day of primary school and discovered we were both wearing the same t-shirt. White with blue piping and a squeaky lion on the front.
Over the years our paths have gone different ways, she married young, lived in England when I lived in Spain, but no matter how far apart our lives, we called each other at least once a week.
This friend is possible the nicest person I know, bar non, you know one of those rare jewels that actually has no evil in her? No hidden agendas, doesn't like to think bad of people, hates to upset anyone- unlike me who thrives on being disagreeable sometimes.
She is the polar opposite of me in every way. She is short, I am tall, she is blonde I am dark, she has a light tinkly voice, mine is deep. She loves and is loved by her family, she loves children, doesn't like cats (er, although she's going to have to put up with that one) She has never taken a drugs, has never brawled with anyone, does not understand my love of gym, nor my dislike of pizza.
She doesn't drink wine!
She is easy company. She does not brood on things and she lets arguments and strife roll over her in such a graceful way that it is simply breathtaking.
When she called last night to tell me what time her train was getting in, I whooped.
And then it occurred to me, actually it hit me like a thunder clap.
I love her to bits.
I can count on the fingers of one hand the amount of people I truly love. I don't love my mother. I don't even like her very much. I do love my siblings, even though they too get on my nerves. And I love this friend.
I'm sure some of you are going...so? and you'd be right, but I use that word sparingly and to discover -late in the day as usual- that I have to capacity to love another person unreservedly has tickled me pink.
So happy weekend bloggers, I wish you all joy and peace and fluffy bunnies.
Naturally next week I will be back to my normal vile self.