I’m a rubbish friend.
By which I mean that I’m not always a reliable friend.
I’m a ‘pick-up-and-put-down-and-never-any-hard-feelings’ type of friend.
And yet I have some of the best friends that anyone could wish for.
Friends who know everything there is to know about me, skeletons and all, and still love me regardless.
I have no idea how I managed this, and I’m not sure I deserve them a lot of the time, but I am unbelievably grateful for them all.
I’ve learned a lot about myself this year. Challenged long-held opinions and accepted things about myself that I don’t like.
And my friends have been there throughout. Even when I’ve ignored texts, phone calls and emails. They’ve listened and attempted to make sense, understood (or not), and always been around with a ready glass of wine and a cutting one liner to bring me back to normality.
So, as Bea Arthur might say…. Thank you for being a* friend