A Good Friend Is For Life

In days that seemed only yesterday but are in fact many many years ago my friend and I would regularly paint the town red and many other colours beside.
Before we were out on the town as young men we had spent our childhood years together going to the same school and sharing many interests outside of school hours- a bond that was built then that has never been broken.
These days we stay in touch using the usual methods of phone and face book because mileage dictates that we can not just meet up for a Friday night pint after work. Despite the distance and the lack of face to face banter that we always shared the bond that was built in those early years remains as strong if indeed not stronger to this day.
So it was a pleasure to be able to pick my pal up from Waverley Station  and play the host for the night.
However before we could get to the entertainment for the day we had the serious job of picking up my son from the Hospital where he had been having surgery on the previously discussed rugby injury- If he was excepting a sympathetic hearing on the way home he was sorely disappointed as an old double act set about trying to cheer him up sadly the more enthusiastic the re-united double act got and the more they had to wipe away the tears of laughter the more sullen our patient got- never mind it was only a forty five minute journey and we gave ourselves the big thumbs up even if our patient could only raise his cast where a thumb should be!
Suitably on form we decided that we would go to the pub for a quick drink before our tea...... Yes you guessed it tea time came and went along with super time and even throwing out time!!
Feeling very confident that we had been very sensible compared to the days of yore we bundled into a taxi and made for home where we felt a night cap would be the perfect end to the evening.
Sadly for us we did not see the fact that the cheeky wee dram had sneaked up behind us and mugged what we had left of our senses!
Ah well it just goes to prove that after all these years we still have plenty to talk about and of course we have refined what we drink sadly we have still not learned how to apply the brakes.
My friend is now off on a mini tour of the south of Scotland looking at possible pastures new, Here's one friend that hopes where ever that maybe it is a few miles closer than we are at the moment to allow us to have a wee night out again without the months in-between. 
And Finally
Part of the banter got on to talking about papa and his gardening exploits out of the chuckles came a new nickname for papa -The ASBO Gardener - with summer fast approaching I am sure I will have a few more tales to tell!