Just spent the weekend with a few of my oldest girlfriends- as in known a long time, not advancing in years- doing tremendously girly things. There were spas, jacuzzis, pools, saunas, massages, cleansing regimes, makeup, clothes, accessorizing, killer shoes, hair, facials, roadtrips, breakfasts in parks, pretty little English villages, bed sharing, late nights gossiping, pizza and DVDs, chocolate and- ofcourse- man talk.
There were a few surprises and as everyone told the latest on their love lives I couldn't bring myself to mention Mr D. I mean, what on earth would I say?
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