Someday We'll Be Together

Coming back from a lovely weekend break catching up with Charlotte and Sarah.

Sarah is unnaturally hyperactive as she has been accepted onto a counselling psychology doctorate course, plus she is getting married before she starts that. This is good news and I genuinely am happy for her that one of us got something similar to what we set out to do as freshers. What I was slightly more concerned about is that she has become a one woman crusade against clinical psychology. So inspersed with pearls of wisdom about why counselling psychology is more holistic, more forward thinking and less oppressive there were other comments about how the "clinicals" were over-rated and up themselves.

Some of this can only be expected. I remember my bitterness when I decided to quit the hoop jumping, but I quickly realised when I let go its just a job. A good one, but one among many. For Sarah its really swung the other way. Its like watching a previously chaste Catholic schoolgirl that suddenly discovers sex and starts seducing delivery men and plumbers. I quietly listened and nodded appropriately, and was about to say something when Charlotte interrupts with "I haven't come 150 miles to listen to you two talk about psychology. I had enough of that shit while living with you". Which shuts us both up and we enjoy talking about the last few months, and isn't it scandalous that MPs get away with so much (a topic of conversation I haven't been able to get away from in the last fortnight).

Charlotte looks radiant. I don't know what it is but she has really got a glow about her and she has lost some of the attention grabbing hysterics that I am used to. Gone is the surly, lank haired, woman-teen cocoon of uncertaintly and this butterfly of togetherness and confidence has replaced her. She has a gallery show she is preparing for with some of her friends from Liverpool and St Martins Art school, and she sounds like she has a plan. Typical, just as she gets livable, I stop living with her.

The two of us make solid plan to meet up again soon. It's a change from coming home from work and dreading seeing her sprawled across the sofa watching Hollyoaks.