I met my friend for the martini. I approached her across the Strand, near Trafalgar Square. I could see her standing stock still and smiling as I walked towards her. As I got closer I saw her put her bag down and stretch out her arms. I walked straight into them and she enveloped me in her embrace. She didn't need to say anything and we stood there under the watchful eye of the bronze lions saying nothing but in one embrace re-stating us to where we should be. Great friends who had lost their way for a while.
'I think the Savoy is calling, Darling.' She said smiling at me
'I think so too.' I said, wiping away the floods of tears that were cascading down my face.
'Come.' She said, linking her arm through mine.
3 hours later, we had polished off a couple of martinis each and the nominal salad to stop the waiters throwing us out for drinking too much without eating. Tears were cascading again but they were of laughter.
That's all I needed that night, a couple of martinis, a salad and a really great friend.