It was obviously one of those days (for both of us) when I bumped into a friend. I know I was tired, and I suspect he was too, so we ended up having a slightly staccato conversation – one of those meetings that feels unsatisfactory and leaves you wishing it hadn’t been.
The following day it seemed important to repair the damage, so I invented a reason to drop by with some catalogues I thought he’d be interested in.
This time neither of us was quite so exhausted, and although our chat was only brief, I’m sure we both knew we’d fixed the unease which had resulted from the previous day’s exchange.
Our relationships with others are so important, but like anything precious they can also be fragile. They benefit from careful handling. They sometimes need maintenance.
I think the mending of a friendship is best done with a light touch. When you know something wasn’t quite right, so does the other person. Probably no need for an inquest, then, just some appropriately warm words.
So are there any bridges which need building? There’s no time like the present to start the job.