I was dwelling on this today because I had morning tea with two of my absolute closest farmer's wife friends. And I mean real friends. Not the sort that you have to tidy the house and bake up a gourmet storm before they arrive. More the ones that you can drop in and see when you are filthy dirty, in your oldest farm clothes and your kids look like they haven't seen the inside of a bath for a week. And know they will be happy to see you.
Over the years these sorts of friends have kept me sane.
They have babysat the Farmchildren.
They have cooked for my family when I have been ill.
We have had the sort of phone conversations that go along the lines of:
Hello, It's me.
What are you having for dinner?
Apricot chicken, what about you?
OK. Bye, talk tomorrow
ByeWe have drunk too much coffee and too much wine.
We have happily helped ourselves to the contents of each others fridges.
They have laughed when I do things like superglue my hair to the telephone. I have laughed when they do things like put roast lamb in the oven and forget to turn it on.
We have gone through the ups and downs of pregnancies and miscarriages together. And we have learnt how to be someone's mother together.
There isn't much you can say to these sort of friends. Except thank you.