THOUGHTFORMS

So my best friend Ruby who lived next door to me, who one day, when I had to go look at my gooseberry bush at the bottom of the garden, strolled down to me and watched me investigating every twig and leaf .' No gooseberries.' I thought. But I did notice her edging her way up to me closer and closer, on her side of the fence. She had something in her hand , it looked like she was squashing and squeezing it . ' Want some chocolate? she said, in a heavy Scots accent. 'Alright .' I said, watching her fingers squidging the piece of paper it was wrapped in, and out it came like a volcano that had erupted and all the magma oozing, all over her hand and in between her fingers. I laughed and laughed, I nearly peed myself. 'Stick your hand out .' She said. And with a big smile on her face she squashed some of it onto the palm of my hand. 'Go on then...lick it , like me look'. We both stuck our faces into our hands and licking the chocolate like we had never had chocolate, ever! Well, you can guess, most of it was up our noses, mouth, chin, and of course hair......we then proceeded to laugh and scream allowed, while trying to wipe it on each other. We became as kittens jumping and leaping lightly pawing at each other and as our gardens were on a slope, we then decided it was necessary to Roley-poley down on the grass making quite sure the sticky chocolate had some grass mingled in it and sticking to our faces as well ........... in for a penny, in for a pound ! ..... I had made me a friend...... Thank You Ruby for being my good and best friend, I will always remember You and I have always remembered You. The last time I heard, you were living in Edinburgh.

Her name was Ruby Smith if anyone who is actually reading this blog should know her.. give her my blog address please ! ( you never know ) She might need me to be her friend again.