Recipe for a perfect weekend

You take a blonde and a brunette (don't bother clicking on the brunette link, for it is me, your auntie)

You start drinking at wine o'clock, you intersperse this with pizza, sneaky smokes and more wine till 3am.

You do talk about shoes and boys (pinched shamelessly from a text sent by my best matey boy The Edge asking how my head was, he knows me of old !)

You laugh and laugh and laugh about life and love.

You get up the next day and by some miraculous miracle, you have no hangover, Glory be to God in the highest and the sun is shining.

You go out for brunch and the blonde manages to get her favourite Eggs Benedict and the brunette manages to have a big fat stack of pancakes with maple syrup and the sun continues to shine.

You realise that life is good, friendship is brilliant and being happy with your lot is priceless.