Friends are born, not made.
Henry Adams (1838 - 1918)
As regular readers of this blog will know Daughter-who-takes-photos and Friend-who-loves-otters are getting married later this month. It occurred to me that perhaps I should then change his title to Son-in-law-who-loves-otters but I have had second thoughts. Why should Ian suddenly stop being a friend and become a relative? It may be a cliché but friends you can choose, relatives you can’t. (Or as another version goes – You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose but you can’t pick your relatives!) I’m very fortunate that my best friends include my close relatives among whom Helen and Ian rank most highly. So Ian will remain Friend-who-loves-otters.
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