Mes Amis

Friend 1: She’s a bunch of tall white lilies with Northern roots strutting down a chique Parisian boulevard. A high-heeled, high-flyer in a low-lighted white open space. Lap-top under one arm, baby under the other. Earth mother, sexy lover, party planning perfectionist. A Joe Malone Candle burning at both ends, leaving Gucci scented swirls of success on everything she touches. Producer, life maker, multi-tasking creator, nothing left until later. In the moment, on the move, inhaling food on her way to the moon. My inspiration.

Friend 2: She’s a delicate pink rose in a crystal vase dancing like no one’s looking to the beat of the eighties. A fair princess fleeing a dark castle. A glass butterfly, diving in and out of shadows, searching for safety. Bubble wrapped, ready to burst, discovering life, evading reality. On the ball, off the rails, silver-outlined, honey-coated. She knows it all, but keeps it quiet. She could go far, but chooses closeness. She’s learnt not to care what people think, to let her heart lead the way and give her head a rest. My soul-mate.

Friend 3. She’s a fire red sunset lighting a grey London street. A soft-centred toffee with a tough bite, a sharp tongue, a kind word, a contagious giggle. She dances to life’s different rhythms, moves to the music, finds its every beat. She’s strong-willed, hard-working, a fast-talking voice of reason. She’s always there. Present. Pragmatic. Planning ahead, thinking back. Dealing with it. Helping out, holding it in. Finding a way through. Never giving up. My rock.

Friend 4. He’s a jug of tasty gravy, adding flavour and warmth to every dish. His glass is always half-full and topped up with bubbles. He’s the fruitiest orange and the brightest yellow. An angel with a treasure in his soul. My love.