It’s strange how when you reconnect with old mates, funny stuff happens!

BFF and I spent about 6 /10/30 years staying over with each other after we’d both left home at 17. I’d usually go to London, where she lived and worked.

We’d crack open a bottle of wine, get a load of nibbles together, almost faint laughing at all the stupid things we’d done together since the age of 11 and then watch a film and cry buckets.

This was one film she had seen and wanted me to watch on video. So we did. And we cried. Buckets.

Today the video below came up in my yt feed. I’d never gone properly into Frances’ life. It was too dark.

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