I was hoping to get to bed early last night and recover from my busy weekend, but love had other ideas.
I finally pulled into my driveway around 10.30pm. I stepped out of the car and was enveloped in the scent of orange blossom, drifting from hedge.
It was divine.
As I walked towards the house I started mentally composing a blog post about the simple pleasure of smelling orange blossom in the night air … and ran straight into an enormous spider’s web … cue screaming at a socially unacceptable hour.
Yup, that’s my life in a nutshell. Beautiful and bloody annoying in turn.
But let me get back to the love bit – I had dinner last night with my darling Di and her husband Neil. Di was my assistant when I was the editor of Woman’s Day. She took such good care of me and became a wonderful friend along the way. She retired to Spain not long before my career went pear-shaped.
After I left magazines, I booked a trip to Europe to visit her. She was incredibly kind to me and the kids on that trip – we had a lovely few days with her in Altea.
It’s been five years since we saw each other – the last time they visited Oz – so we were delighted to catch up over Vietnamese food and Sangiovese.
She and her husband follow the blog, which meant they were up to date on half my life. I filled them in on the other half and they did their valiant best not to look too startled.
I would have loved to introduce them to DD but, since it’s conference season, he was on his way to Shanghai. I’m too scared to ask the name of his latest scientific meeting.
Di and Neil said it would be lovely if we could come to Spain some time. Gawd knows when we’ll find the time and dosh for that, but it would be wonderful.
I’m desperate to show DD a town called Granada. I was lucky enough to arrive there one night at dusk, just as a fiesta was gearing up and young flamenco couples were stirring dust in the squares. Between that and the glorious Alhambra, I thought it was the most magical place.
Di and Neil and I decided we should meet there for a weekend.
Anyways, it was a fabulous – if slightly late – night. Trust the energetic seventysomethings to keep me up waaaay past my bedtime.
But, while I could have done with picking spider’s web off my frock at the end of the night and no DD at my side for the summer rolls, I wouldn’t change a thing. I feel very lucky to have friends like Di and Neil.
Neil took a selfie of Di and I cuddling, but I forgot to get him to send it to me, so you’ll have to make do with historic shots. Imagine we still look as young as we did in the main shot, which was taken in Spain in 2011 … as my marriage was ending, but I just didn’t know it yet …
Song of the day: Kylie Minogue “Wouldn’t change a thing”