Old friends, new memories.
Old friends, new memories. By Ollie. So, my friends are coming up to stay with me this weekend. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t stressed. Sure, I’m excited to see them. But now my brain has a legitimate excuse to over plan and obsess over what we’re going to do, where we’re going to go and how it’s going to feel. This being a trait passed onto me from my Mum, a shared love language of micro-managing and condensing the element of fun into a quantifiable, mathematical equation. Therefore, as it’s now my turn to host, I’m thinking up recipes, day trips, sleeping arrangements. I’ve managed to just about colour code and allot a time slot to every activity from dinner to breathing. With the girls coming up to see me, it’s got me thinking about old friends and the feeling of time having passed and life having changed but the dynamic remaining the same. F always the elegant listener, who doesn’t give herself nearly enough credit for how cool she is (like a true cool person) and G burstin...