Same ‘ol, same ‘ol

Can be VERY positive.

Hallelujah – finally got some of the above “sentence”.

I am currently visiting a friend in Southern France, one who not only was a renter in a flat many, many years ago, but the one who moved into no. 15 upon my invitation when we were commiserating yet another flat falling through – with my favourite tipple: champagne or rather mostly sparkling wine.

Fast-forward over a decade: she married and spends more time in Southern France then in Geneva and although we are fairly good at continuing to go out for sushi when she is in town, and I was fairly good about visiting, somehow for almost two years we have not had any time just the two of us.

I decided to come down even before I knew that her husband had a business trip (mind you he, bless his heart, does everything he can to facilitate her staying in touch with her female friends and the two of them also lived together at my house for almost a year).

Last night she supplied “same ‘ol, same ‘ol”: it was anything but!

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