Friendship

You can spend your life trying to be popular but, at the end of the day, the size of the crowd at your funeral will be largely dictated by the weather. Frank Skinner

Friendship is a strange animal and Christmas is the time when cards and emails appear from people you have not seen or heard from in 12 months. Are these people friends or simply acquaintance's? And if we continue sending cards every year, but never see each other again for the next twenty years, is that a good thing? I have a poem somewhere which sums this up beautifully....