Believe it or not I do actually have one or two friends. They don't even complain when I'm late with their 'friendship payments'. Pretty good pals I'm sure you'd agree.
There is one particular friend who sprang immediately to mind for this though. Last time I saw him he was complaining about not having a post dedicated to him on my blog...
So - Mr. Eric Hamilton - your moment has come. Step forward into the limelight and bask in the glow of Kate's vast readership.
What do you mean 'who turned out the lights'?
This story begins about 10 years ago when I first returned from travelling the world with my unknown fiance Kristian by my side. We returned from distant shores to have a go at living in Ireland (where I'm from) instead of England (where he's from).
The move back coincided with my mothers 60th birthday bash so there was lots going on and plenty of visitors looking for spare beds at the family home. Fortunately the ever chivalrous Eric offered us his spare room for the weekend. Never mind that he had not yet met 'the fiance'....mi casa es su case as they say round these parts.
So that weekend we moved in.
And a year later we moved out.
Not only did we stay in his spare room all that time, we stayed rent free. And drank his wine. Kristian even started working in the same place as him and so bummed a lift in and out every day. Whilst dictating the musical selection of course.
Eric now lives in Slovakia with his lovely new wife. I have no idea what made him leave these shores.
Strange isn't it...?
If you'd like to share a story about a good friend then pop over to JoJo's.
