As with last year, I’d like to take today to honour my friends, and also like last year I’m not mentioning family because they’re just too privately dear:
Your friend who sets up home with blankets, knitting and a pumpkin and brings you rose chocolates for dark nights.
Your friend who brings you a hygge book to be comfortable with.
Your friend who makes you laugh even over breakfast, who is going to absolutely rip the piss out of you this week, and whose secret, secret bodyguard you are.
Your friend who wrote a PhD – a bloody PhD – and still stayed sane and nice and full of the best showbiz gossip. Also, cocktails.
Your friend who makes you smile every time you get their texts and was your first proper uni friend.
Your friends who are also fighting in the trenches of working life, and share with you theatre, wine and kick-ass Victorian heroines in your time off.
Your friend who took you to Helsinki and the best tea place in Tallinn, even though you completely fucked up the accommodation booking and there was only one real bed.
Your friend who is a poet and a rebel, mystic soul.
Your friend who let you drag her to Rosslyn Castle on a bumpy, shuddery bus in the rain.
Your friend who is your neighbour soon, and your friend who already is.
Your friends you get to go to New York to see and who lend you boots and give you malaria pills advice on a muddy walk.
Your friend who knows exactly what period dramas you like and still has time to text about Mr Darcy even with a newborn.
Your friends who come back for a party they think they’ve missed and still send you lawnmower jokes.
All the new, new friends you’ve met this year: thank you for being so welcoming, honest and warm.