Trumpet Players...

I am back after having a lovely Saturday night with one of my very bestest friends and his girlfriend. Oh and the Mister of course. It could have cost the earth but it didn't, and even if it did I wouldn't have batted one eyelash. But it reminds me of one very special friend who really has a special place in my heart, and his place is very high up. Because it's when you're on your downside, when life deals you a cruel blow... it's then when you start knowing exactly who your friends really are. It's when the pain comes flooding in and that is also when you see your friends gloriously pushing their way out. And then come the very very few, the ones who actually ring your doorbell to listen to whatever's wrong, fearless of the pain. That is why I will always always remember this friend with special affection because I will never forget the day he knocked on my door when I had become a virtual recluse. And he pushed and pushed his way into my heart which I had declared closed, but he would not take a no, leave me alone answer. And since then we have become an item. I know we raise quite a few eyebrows because not many people can take a totally platonic, man and woman relationship, but I really do not care. Because the ones raising their eyebrows were playing blind when I needed them. And I am so glad for this friend of mine, because it seems he has finally found the one... a brilliant, beautiful woman as a companion. And he deserves all the good things in life.Oh I know just how mischievous he can be. But I will always be so grateful for the time when he knocked on my door and saw me collapse in sheer anguish on my sofa. He wasn't scared. Nothing stopped him. Because sometimes angels are sent to us in the form of trumpet players, and professional ones at that. Just like those cherubs...