Last night I met up with a group of friends for a bucket full of fizz, tasty nosh and a lot of fun. We all meet up a few times a year and have done for years now. They are a bunch of five very different, but each remarkable, women. We became friends as our kids were enrolled in the same academy for crazy little dudes pretty much from the get go.
Over the years, an awful lot of crap stuff has come and gone, often to do with our little dudes, but other stuff too. Real crap. These evenings are a space to vent, moan, rant but mostly laugh. And drink huge amounts of cava. I fell into bed in the early hours of this morning, chuckling and remembering the summer of 2006, when we surprised Clare.