27/07/2026
Meet Lisa. As raven headed as I was fair and my firmest friend from the moment she literally said ‘do you want to be my friend’ when we were little through my first ever flight abroad to her grandparent’s place in Spain when we were 11 to always making my way to her mum’s fridge because she had butter (instead of the yucky margarine my mum preferred). Lisa took the photo of me and my boyfriend looking like little hippies with a Tower Records bag in Ravenscourt Park and she used to literally massage me to sleep when I had a bit of a nervous breakdown in our 20s. We lost touch for decades and met last week for a seven hour chat 😁. Boyfriend took this photo on my 18th birthday… the same dude in the hippy photo, the same dude I married who was equally delighted to catch up with her last week. Old friends just get you (I have an old school friend who will see this post - my kids say that NO-ONE speaks to me the way she does… they think it’s hilarious, I think it’s comforting familiarity).