Today I am grateful for a new friend I met this summer. She is the age I was when I was the most energetic, the healthiest, the happiest. She is intelligent, enthusiastic and when she told me about her Year Dissertation on Chesterton’s The Man who was Thursday I literally listened with my mouth open, catching every word. She is not a native speaker, speaks English better than most Brits and she definitely knows more English poetry than most people on earth. She is a joy to have as a friend.
5 September 2012: a new friend