Like a pair of old trackies

A good friend is like a pair of old trackies. No matter how old, worn or faded they are, you can slide right in them, they feel oh so comfortable and never let you down.

That's what it was like seeing our best mate, and pseudo brother-from-another-mother, yesterday after two years apart.

From our slightly younger days

Brother B has been doing every Aussie's right of passage - live in London. Though he's only visiting, it is like he never left and will never leave us again.

That's what good friends are like. Going to the beach to expose his lilly-white skin and talking about nothing on the couch, it felt comfortable, just like those trackies we know and love.

Now all we need is for him and I to fight about something stupid (generally me being horrible after too many gins) and it would be exactly like old times.