It’s the little conversations I remember.
With Linda: ‘We’re such creatures of habit. The other day I said “but Anna, we squish our teabags!”’ Conversation, circa 1994.
With Anna: ‘I find it’s best to shake them off first, and then use the hand drier.’ Conversation, circa 2003.
At the time I can remember thinking ‘these are odd conversations. Words I won’t remember.’
But Linda lives at the end of a long road now, and Anna lives over the other side of the world. I see them a lot less than I drink tea or wash my hands somewhere with a drier. It sucks.
So every time I make a cup of tea, and squish my teabag, I’m glad to remember my friend Linda.
And every time I shake my hands before I dry them, I’m glad to remember my friend Anna.