…hello fabulous filthy fifties!
This Sinful Sunday is the last day of the fabulous Honey’s forties. If things had gone to plan a whole bunch of us would not be sat at home eating takeaways, playing games, chatting on Twitter (delete as appropriate), we’d be all partying hard together. And the photos definitely wouldn’t be at all remote!
But that’s not how things have gone so Honey’s birthday is another celebration that’s on the slate for later in the year. Happily, she and I only live a couple of miles apart so we’ll have a walk tomorrow and the weekend won’t be entirely Honey-free!
I’m very lucky that she lives so close. It means that even during this strangest of years, we’ve still managed to have some excellent adventures. I had a simply brilliant sunny afternoon with her and Jaffa, I very much enjoyed introducing her to an excellent person in my life and we giggled uncontrollably as we nearly got caught naked in a very busy cemetery!
Thank for being a fabulous friend, Honey. Sorry your 50th won’t be quite what you hoped for, but we’ll all definitely make up for it, just as soon as we can! And I just know you’re going to make the next decade your best yet!