Five minus one

To get the less than pleasant aspects of yesterday out of the happy post:

MCR fires their drummer

I hate to think what it took for them to publically say 'we just want him out of our lives'.

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Oddly enough, the other unhappy aspect of the day was discovering that a disagreement between Missy (not there) and Rena has gone to full-on feud. Our Gang of Five may now be a Gang of Four.

( Friends falling out )

Looking back though, it's a pretty logical progression of behaviours we've seen over the years. I had the rather horrifying realisation that Missy was turning into Mrs Scorrier:

'One of the advantages of having led a sequestered life is that you've not until now encountered the sort of woman who can't refrain from quarrelling with all who cross her path. She is forever suffering slights, and is so unfortunate as to make friends only with such ill-natured persons as soon or late treat her abominably! No quarrel is ever of her seeking; she is the most amiable of created beings, and the most long-suffering. It is her confiding disposition which renders her a prey to the malevolent, who, from no cause whatsoever, invariably impose upon her, or offer her such intolerable insult that she is obliged to cut the connection.'

I don't want my friend to turn into that. But I don't want to be friends with a Mrs Scorrier either.

She was drinking tea in a garden ...

I had that song stuck in my head for hours yesterday. I wonder why? *g*

( Tea and scones and flowers and books )

Then we headed home (with a detour to buy flowers for Kitt) in time for Pip to pick me up and the two of us headed off for afternoon tea at Kitt's place.

( Friends and tea and fangirling and asexuality and cats and Antarctica )

And that was the day! I'd forgotten the way we could talk like that, just talk for hours, without any awkward silences at all. It was wonderful.