I wouldn’t normally ask. And please excuse my over-emotional meanderings
I’ve just got back from the funeral of a good friend. Cancer. She was an utterly lovely human being. Scathing. Cynical. Arsey. The best! She’s 3 years younger than me. 3 weeks ago I was at her wedding. She wanted to get married to the top bloke who she loved, and who loved her right back, before she died.
So…. If you love someone, then please go and tell them you love them. And then just tell them again. Just so they know that you mean it. Then tell them again. Just to make sure. You may get slapped at this point. For taking the piss. But it’s probably worth it. Promise.
I think I’m running the risk of sounding like one of those bloody awful, half-witted identikit Facebook posts, put up with a picture of a ****ing rainbow or something, but please excuse me that too
I’m going to pour myself a whisky and have a bit of a cry now, but please…. Could you all do me that favour?