My two best girl friends are about to be reunited on the other side of the world, blinded by the big fat lights of New York and I’m so happy, even though I miss them every day. But before you know it, they’ll come home to their little house, and there they’ll be living with my other two best girl pals (Lena D, eat your heart out).
Soon, summer again; we’ll wear cotton dresses and ride bicycles over to their house after spending the whole day at the beach, and collapse onto stolen furniture, drinking gin and tonics in iced jars. Fall onto the grass under a makeshift tent leftover from a themed house party and all things will be wonderful – you’ll see.
(but before that, advice of the year: ‘come back safe you. I mean it. Whole pieces. No bits’ – Georgie)