I don’t really know how it happened. Or when it happened. It just seems to have happened. And it’s interesting, because I wouldn’t ever say I am a collector of sorts or a hoarder, but it seems over the thirty odd years of my life I have managed to collect something quite incredible. Quite wonderful. Quite exquisite, even.
No, it’s not a stamp collection or a priceless array of gems. It is something even more valuable. It seems that I have undoubtedly THE greatest collection of friends in the world. I suppose it’s only by my own decree, but at the end of the day, ‘tis only oneself which needs to believe one’s friends are the greatest, isn’t it?