Friends for a reason, friends for a season, friends for life – you never know what you’re going to get when you meet someone new. Little could I have predicted 28 years ago that Lindsey would still be my friend.
I saw her yesterday at her daughter Daisy’s wedding, at Mayfair Library in London.
Watching Lindsey as the mother of the bride was like being catapulted back to Rennes in 1986. She was wearing a mini-dress for the occasion – much as she was when I first met her. We were first introduced in the RU, the restaurant universitaire, in Villejean, on the outskirts of the Breton capital.
The only difference is that she was shorting a long blond hairpiece at the time. Yesterday, she had her hair short. Time has been kind to Lindsey – she has kept her looks and her figure.
Along the way, she had Daisy too. Despite the fact that I am a non-believer, I was thrilled when she asked me to be Daisy’s godfather.
To see the pair of them together is sheer entertainment. Lindsey is Eddie to Daisy’s Saffy. While Lindsey is funny and a bit outrageous, Daisy is quieter and more conservative. Lindsey has chosen not to settle down with one man, while Daisy, at the age of 25, has married Ahmed.
I’ve lost contact with everyone else I met during my student days in Rennes, but Lindsey I have hung onto. I guess that makes her a friend for life.