I WENT out with Laura, Adam and Lee last night, who I may not see as often as I used to, but when we’re together, it’s always the same - outrageous, daft and far too open and honest! We missed our fifth member (a little like Take That without Robbie) cause Sloth was MIA representing the UK down under - pathetic excuse!
Having known Laura since we were in nappies, there’s very little we don’t know about each other, and having spent the biggest drinking years of my life around the boys too, they also know far too much!
It is funny what sitting together with the same group of friends does to your state of mind. When I’m in the hearty bosom of Team Akabussi (as our former quiz team name would define us), I may as well be in my early twenties again, having forgotten the responsibilities of being a mum, running my own business and being, well, reasonably grown up!
I think Laura would join me in being quite proud of the fact that we’ve never really grown up. The word ‘willy’ still makes us giggle, we still dance anywhere - as if nobody is watching, still make each other juice rather than tea when we pop over, and both still call each other’s mum “mummy” every time we see them - even though we don’t call our own mum “mummy”.
Some would say that perhaps we should grow up, but I say balls to that!
The best affirmation that we’re all still as daft as we used to be, came from the elderly gentleman on the table next to us in The Broomhill last night. As we left I heard him say to his wife: “Thank goodness for that.”
Kudos Team Akabussi!
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