Spent some time with old friends on Saturday.
The first one of our clique hits 28 years of age next weekend.
As the increasingly regular cloud of nostalgia descended on the balcony where we were chatting, it dawned on us that we were all 14 years old when we meet.
Those of you with mathematical tendencies will see where I am going with this.
We've been friends for half our lives.
A friendship group that has enjoyed and endured school exams, different colleges, different universities, two weeks in Greece, religious and political differences, a wild Millennium eve party, round the world trips, Man Utd winning, relationship break ups, Man Utd losing, Oasis at Knebworth, poker, a weekend in Madrid and much more that I cannot list here without incriminating the innocent.
I've blogged on how great my friends are before, and hope that they are aware of it in the way I am when I'm with them, not just when they see these messages.
In a life full of uncertainty, it's good to have moments like this.
If I know anything, I know I am blessed.
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