SUNDAY / 31

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When your bestie of 20+ years is in town and you spend the day crying-laughing. Honestly, the whole damn day. Which is rough when you have allergies and your eyes are swollen, but you wouldn't change a thing. Breakfast and a walk in Bronte, trying on sunglasses you can't afford, then a picnic on the front step with cheese and ginger beer and no shoes and remembering the hundreds of times you've felt exactly as happy, entertained, understood, supported, inspired and loved. There is nothing like old friends. 

The whole thing must have been too much for me, coming down with something as I am, so it was home to a cup of tea in bed by 6 PM and little else. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.