Gresham Girls aka my coven

I wish I could write about how blessed I feel.
I don't have many true friends, no woman does but I have been so lucky that ALL of them have made time for me on my lightening visit to the UK. Whether having small children, breast cancer or just plain busy – I have been so lucky to catch up with all of them. Except Helen, I left her a note, tucked into her grave. One of the hardest things I have ever done, and still makes me cry to think about it.
Tonight I went out with; Becky, Xennya, Sheryl, Abbie, Anna, Katherine, Julie and even Peter popped along for good measure. I sit on the underground, squiffy, tears trickling down my face as I thank whoever is up there for blessing me with such friends.
People who love me, for me.
You have no idea how good it feels to get to the ripe old age of 34 and be able to count such strong women as my friends. You know who you are.
Thank you, thank you.

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