Weezy and Farty
I know they sound like some disgusting characters out of the Simpsons, perhaps a spoof of the popular Itchy and Scratchy show. But in fact, Weezy is my best friend and Farty is her hubby. Their names mean they will know who they are!
Weezy lives just a 2/3minute drive away, and very kindly has me over there almost every single Tuesday evening, and shares her prized Betty’s tea with me. This allows me to a) talk about the children and get things off my chest b) talk about the NC and get things off my chest and c) talk to another adult about real life, about them, about their problems, their family, and about random things. It keeps me sane
I met Weezy 11 years ago when I started my first (and only) proper job. She taught me how to do my job, and we got on well, sharing some of the same interests and just…clicking. After my dad died back in 2004, we became even closer as she became a shoulder for me to cry on. A little while later, Weezy had some difficult times of her own, and I supported her as best I could too. Over lattes and cheese scones we worked, chatted, gossiped, and worked some more. Weezy and her family treat me and my little family as part of their own - and her 3 (now grown-up) children are very important to me, although I see them less now than when they were younger, and I’m very proud to be Godmother to her eldest granddaughter.
Farty came along and I was over the moon for Weezy when they moved in together, and even more so when they married (although I hadn’t seen it coming!). Farty is also very important to me because he makes very good tea, and doesn’t mind that I monopolise his wife every week!
Weezy has known me since before I got married and had children. She supported me fully and wholeheartedly throughout the adoption process, and was a referee for the NC and I. She was interested, she’s always stayed interested and she cares. She is also one of the few people that knows virtually everything about Mini…down to his BP’s names, and one of the first people (after the NC, and our parents) that I wanted to tell about my pregnancy with Dollop…in fact it was by her encouragement that I eventually bought a test. She knows me so well, I think she already knew I was pregnant!
All of this means I shouldn’t have been surprised when this weekend Weezy (and her eldest daughter) showed incredible kindness, support, caring and understanding of us, and of Mini, and of how he copes (or not) in certain situations. But I had a little weep, because she really does get it and I was so grateful to her for her understanding. So this post is dedicated to Weezy, and is a big public ‘thank you’ to you and your family.
Love ya xx
P. S This isn’t to say that other friends or family don’t support or understand, but on this particular occasion, I don’t want Weezy’s kindness going unnoticed x