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My friends are better than your friends

How do you get over a festival? Spend time with your favourite people of course! Boy, was it a good recovery week.

Unfortunately I had to have ENT surgery before I could start having fun. I waited three years for it and I'm pretty sure it hasn't worked. My hearing is worse than ever - I can't hold the phone to one of my ears anymore because I can't hear it and I've nearly been run over about ten times now because I can't hear the traffic. But that's ok because I have wonderful people to cheer me up!

I was blessed enough to be invited to my friend Charlotte's wedding on the Thursday. Charlotte is amazing - I met her through Twitter and she's one of the best people I know in Manchester. She moved up from London just before I did and she's smart, funny and sassy. She's the reason I ever write on this blog (she's encouraging as fuck) and she has an amazing blog herself.

She got married to David, he is equally awesome. They are the kind of couple that make you believe in love because they're actually well suited and nice to each other. It was a genuine privilege to be invited to their day and it was as beautiful as the couple themselves. They had a gorgeous barn wedding with lots of lovely details that reflected them as a couple. I'm trying to live in the moment more so I didn't take many pictures on the day - after all Charlotte and David employed a great wedding photographer and I'm basically a menace with an iphone taking pictures of people's feet. Everyone at the wedding was so lovely and I really enjoyed chatting to them all rather than worrying about the 'gram. Here's the two photos I did take though - the beautiful bride and myself with our friend Hollie.



On the weekend I caught up with Steph, my best friend from secondary school in Cornwall. We met on our first day and in a weird twist she now lives 10 minutes away from me in Manchester. As we grew up our lives took very different directions - Steph is now a model, actress and dental nurse (basically superwoman). She's appeared in OK! magazine and her boyfriend, the lovely Liam, seems to be in everything I watch on TV these days. That doesn't matter though because when we hang out together it's like we're still the same awkward kids watching rom coms and talking about the boys we fancy but will never speak to.


To relive our wonderful youth we went to the Spice Up! exhibition at Manchester Central. It's the world's largest collection of Spice Girls memorabilia and it varied from the amazing to the insane. We saw outfits and merchandise we remembered from our youth as well as the largest collection of crisp packets I knew of (the Spice Girls had a sponsorship deal with Walkers for a long time apparently!). I think the exhibition could have been a bit more interactive - it was a big line of items to look at. I'd have loved it if some of the music and tour videos were played by the outfits but maybe this wasn't possible for copyright reasons.




Afterwards we headed to the Richmond Tea Rooms for a brew and some cake. It was absolutely amazing!! The tea was loose leaf, the cakes were delicious and the scones were warm. We sat gossiping about everyone we know and stuffing our faces admiring the beautiful decor. The perfect Saturday afternoon.



Bonus photo: After my fun Saturday we went out to MOJOs where I got ridiculously drunk and danced on the benches until 4am. Here I am in the taxi on my way out (it's for the best there's no photos of the journey home).


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