I’ve just come back from the really, really nice hen weekend of Melanie, one of my best friends from University.
I met Mel in September 1997, when we signed up to do the same European Studies and Modern Languages degree at Manchester (see dodgy 1997 pic above of us in our full nineteen year old glory )
In the first year, we also lived in the same halls, on the 17th floor of an absolute monstrosity called the ‘OP Tower’. I will never forget the almost NIGHTLY fire alarms that required me descending seventeen flights of stairs in my nightie – almost always because some bloke (and it usually was a bloke) had burnt his toast in his less than hygenic kitchen!!!!
But setting aside the dodgy halls of residence, I have really fond memories of my time at Manchester and Mel and other good friends, Jess, Abi, Anna Marie (and others to numerous to mention here) are the main reason for that. Over the weekend I felt really blessed that eleven years on I still have such good mates in my life – especially over the past horrendous fourteen months when it was a great comfort to be around people who don’t give a stuff about politics or any of the legal crap I’ve had to deal with.
Mel’s getting married in August so over the weekend twenty-three extremely loud “hens” rampaged our way around Chester to celebrate the end of Mel’s “freedom” and the start of her wedded bliss.
Thank you so much again for inviting me, Mel.
I love you so much and it was great to see you looking so happy and so beautiful.
I can’t wait until La Boda!!!!
Besos, Besos and even more Besos.