21

Patrick was 21 at the end of last week, so we met up for coffee before the friend came up from London. I had bought a painting for him last May at an exhibition, which had been put away for me since then - so it was nice at long last to see it again. I think he liked it - but it is very hard to tell with him, as he keeps his emotions so tightly reined in - but if he didn't, he was very polite about it. The jewellery from Paris was well received, as was a fig scented candle, and it was good to talk for a bit. He went out with his family for a wonderful meal that evening, so all in all he had a good day. Seems a LONG time since I was 21, but inside my head I still feel that age!