I’ve got a very close group of friends that I met when I was the grand old age of 5 years old. Others I met much much later at the age of 8. Over the years we have worn our cool attire from the 80s, and not so stylish shell suits from the 90s. We have played in the streets till the street lights went on and our mums screamed for us to “get inside!!” and gone through school, colleges and different universities managing to stay very much in touch.
There have been times when a good time is a takeaway.
There have been times in Paris where we (Ok *I*) thought our hotel looked /was Sacre Couer. It turned out to be a shoddy youth hostel using the Sacre Couer as a little advertising con.
Or times where hours have gone by nattering…about nothing.
Or times in restaurants, eating.
And yakking…about nothing.
Or the time in the Sistine Chapel sneakily taking pics of the ceiling that had a ban on any photos.
Or…just sitting around eating ice cream…
Looking back, there has been a lot of eating. Girls know how to have a good time!