“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.” – Bernard Meltzer, US radio host.

Friends are truly life-enriching. The Imp escaped the hemming-in that is London five months and three weeks ago. Since then, life’s true faeries and pixies have made themselves known.

In the true (psychological) sense of ‘flow’, the weekend zoomed past in utter happiness. Flow is that feeling you get when you’re completely immersed in something: focused, energised and living absolutely in the Now (check out the wikipedia entry here for flow and its proponent, Csíkszentmihályi). The hours were filled with a dinner party, a book launch, a restaurant dinner, film and a long ‘phone call. But they were just the packaging.

Now we are older, in our thirties and forties, we face issues of a different magnitude and consequently, are able (if we choose) to relate differently to the way we did in our twenties. We seem to be able to reflect back love and consideration with greater confidence and generosity. One faerie over-generously said the Imp was the easiest person to speak to in the world; another imp said that hair dye was the way ahead and a pixie offered to come to the Imp’s first script-reading miles away from London, to give moral support. Let’s hope the Imp is as kind, generous and listening.

Only connect; let’s remember how much it means when we can protect and encourage one another. When we can laugh, listen and nourish. I think we’re allowed to be proud of our friends without it sounding pompous, aren’t we? The Imp’s friends have achieved so much: wonderful relationships, kind and loving children and they pursue their professional dreams with integrity. Thoughtful, generous and searching people. I hope if any of them read this, they’ll indulge this splurge of emotional trickiness.

“Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes” – Nietzsche.