As I’ve mentioned before I moved house a lot as a kid, which wasn’t very conductive to forming strong friendships. I did make a bestie in the one area I spent a few years though (9-12 if my memory serves me correctly). She and I were inseparable at school and also lived on the same road. When I moved away she still came to visit, and when I moved back to London we spent heaps of time together again. She even dated my very first boyfriend’s best mate, and the four of us had lots of fun times.
Then she went off to uni and I got my ‘big break’ in the City. I also moved into a party house with a bunch of antipodean backpackers. We drifted apart and hardly spoke for about five years. We became Facebook friends when I joined in 2007, she was living in New Zealand at the time. Her mum got in touch just before my wedding in 2009, and I started regularly meeting up with her after my eldest was born. With her son a staunch bachelor, and her daughter on the other side of the world, she became a pseudo granny to 4yo for a while.
When my friend came back for holidays in both 2010 and 2011 we met up. Conversation always flowed and we re-established our bond, especially the second time which was at Christmas. I was heavily pregnant with 2yo and I felt she was genuinely sad to be going back to NZ and missing out. Turns out there were many things she felt that way about and was back at Easter with the intention of staying for three months.
Fortunately for me (and her mum, brother and other friends) she met her soon to be hubby within a matter of weeks. They instantly hit it off and just over two years later are getting married, while she’s six months pregnant.
Yesterday she was thrown a hens tea party, and her close group of friends went to an awful lot of effort to make it perfect. My hubby had the girls so I could just take baby and enjoy myself, which I did – thoroughly. It was great to meet all the people she has told me so much about. Great also that I’ve now met them before the wedding.
I survived my first proper social whilst sticking rigidly to GAPS (more to follow on my other blog). Baby boy did me proud by being immaculately well behaved, and not minding at all that he was passed around a group of strangers. There was even a beautician doing manicures and pedicures, and I now have gorgeous purple nails. All in all a fab day was had, and it was just what I needed after my odd week.