In July 2013 one of my uni pals and I had tickets to go to an outdoor cinema close to home. At the very last minute I had to cancel, and by last minute I mean she’s already started her hour-and-a-bit journey to see me. I was gutted. Properly gutted. I remember sobbing in the garden and handing our tickets over to Practically-older bro and his girlfriend s that at least someone could go and have a good evening. My health was making me cancel yet another plan, one that my friend and I had been so looking forward to it and yet again I felt I was being such an unreliable friend. Of course she was as wonderfully understanding and supportive as ever, but I was still crushed.






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