Yes we are [friends] and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter.  I wouldn’t mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front.  We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.  I don’t want to lose this happy space where I have found someone who is smart and easy and doesn’t bother to check her diary when we arrange to meet.  ~Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body, 1992