This morning I opened a card from my wonderful husband, which made me cry. I opened a gift from a much loved friend in America - which made me cry. I opened a letter from my daughter, which made me cry.
Who'd have thought I'd become such a sook just because it is my birthday!!
Thanks all for the nice Facebook messages and texts - which so far have not made me cry, but do serve to make me feel pretty special - and it's only half past nine!!
This lovely quote is from my new book.
I think Seneca would have liked blogging - don't you?
My conversation lies among my books, but yet in the letters of a friend methinks I have his company; and when I answer them I do not only write, but speak. And in effect a friend is an eye, a heart, a tongue, a hand, at all distances. When friends see one another personally they do not see each other as they do when they are divided, when the distance dignifies the prospect...
...True friends are the whole world to one another, and he that is a friend to himself is a friend to mankind.