Ok, so I actually have the bestest friends in the world. The past couple of days have been amazing. Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday, and for that, whilst I was at my Mums at the weekend, they came round my house and did up my garden.
More details of the actual events of the Groundforce makeover can be found here on natashaspqr's blog.
They did it in secret, and I had absolutley NO IDEA. Apparently they have had the idea since Easter holidays when they came to paint my house. (They didn't do that in secret, I asked them nicely for that)
And I still can't believe they did that for me.
But what I found most bizarre was that in the previous three hours in which I spent on the glorious X5 cross-country Cambridge to Oxford bus, I had a revelation about the different types of friends I have, and very much so intended to blog about it with the title "Friends are like statistics variables - either discrete or continuous" and would go on to explain the metaphor. However now I feel I don't want to as it doesn't feel 'right' anymore, because it doesn't matter whether the friendships I have are discrete or continuous as the gratitude and love for them is now undefinable.
They actually make me smile. They are there always. And I cannot possibly think I could live the life I lead now without them.
P.S. - on the last post, I've said how I love being at my mums...but thats before my dog decided to throw up and poo in the kitchen. *rolls eyes*
2008-05-07 @ 17:39