As you probably know, Miss B is my flatmate in Manchester. However, I don't think I've ever divulged quite how far we go back... How far, you may ask? Well, further than this...
We have, in fact, been pals since the tender age of twelve, when our parents saw fit to lock us in the same Convent School in deepest, darkest Dorset. Today, Miss B turns twenty one (again), so here's to a decade of friendship! A boarding school tradition, I'm now going to show you some choice pics of the Birthday Girl and myself (this will demonstrate many haircuts, colours, and questionable faces on both our behalves. This may well end in her crazy-murdering me for posting so many horrendous snaps on the interwebs, but I just feel it's so neccessary.).
|The First 21st|
|The Second 21st|
Happy Birthday, Miss B. Have a fab one, eat lots of the ENORMOUS CAKE I made you (recipe imminent), and here's to many more decades of silly hats, silly dances, and knowing all the words to In The Navy. Ooh yeah.