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I feel I am beginning to sound like Bridget Jones, except I think she is 50, while I am so much younger. Like Bridget I have a group of besties without whom life would seem just a little less interesting. We have been significant others since I first arrived at my secondary school.
What drew us together? The parties (and there were some very good ones). Smoking obviously. A desire to hang out on Wimbledon Common. Boys.
Phones flushed down loos, phones cast into the Thames over Putney Bridge, and events that have melded together to form what is commonly known as ‘life’. There are eleven original members to this club, still going strong.
These days we have (mostly) given up smoking, phones hang about for a bit longer and boys became men, and life and the party goes on.
Every year x 11 to celebrate our friendship and birthdays we all chip in and buy birthday gifts from the 40+ gang.
Love always,
Calypso (Head of Everything)
Ps. Our new overnight stays below make perfect club-together gifts
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