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Day One Hundred Seventy-Two:  High Tea Round Three and not the last

In London I went to two different tea times at two different places with two different groups of people and each time I fell into step like it was my second skin.  I love tea, I love people, I love parties, it’s almost like I’m the Mad Hatter and I keep going on rounds and rounds of these.  I don’t think I will ever complain, though, because they are basically my favourite kind of party ever.  A tea party.

Oh but this is so much more exciting.  Today, this, this is Devra’s birthday tea party.  Which means she will be smothered with love and cuddles and tea! I hope anyway.  I have this feeling that she is not expecting the tsunami of love that is coming her way.  She will not be warned of this either.  It’s the kind of love that someone who spends for intense months of close contact and relationship building that creates the love we have.  I miss Dev every day.  Not just because she’d make me set an alarm half an hour before I had to get up for her to shower, or that time I taught her to knit and she kept yelling at the needles, or that time we got lost on that bus in Chelsea and found our way to this big department store and sandwiches…Or the time we ran in the ran to see the Downton people…There’s actually an infinite amount of memories I could put here.  I miss Dev because she’s one of the nicest, smartest, funniest people I’ve ever met.  She also has a killer laugh.

My goal is to hear that laugh as much as humanly possible in the next 24 hours.

Love you Dev, be there in a few hours to drown you in affection.

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