40 Days of Friendship – Introduction

I groaned as I looked at the clock, having slept through most of the morning. After a couple minutes of fumbling around for my phone I finally located it under one of my pillows and checked it for notifications. Nothing spectacular, well nothing at all actually. I tossed it aside and pulled my hair up, untangling myself from the sheets to go make a cup of tea. Some people (well, most people if I’m honest) think that my tea preference is a disgrace to the English nation as I prefer Earl Grey, brewed with two tea bags so it’s extra strong (and because I’m impatient and want it straight away). Then I fill half the mug with milk so that it’s like a tea latte, but also again so that I can drink it immediately, the milk cooling the water. As I drank my cuppa I texted Cal. We had previously agreed to start our friendship project today and we pretty much hang out every Sunday anyway, but thought I’d check in just to be sure.                                   Cal always says things like, “I’m not going to drink,” but by the time [...] There's more...

Sunday Funday

I made the short trip from the underground towards The Regent in Balham (pre-closure for renovation), smiling smugly as I waited for my phone to get service again. I was early, not even on time, early, which is a bloody miracle if you ask any of my friends. My phone buzzed to life, notifications indicating I had service once more. Here Cal had already texted me two minutes earlier. “SON OF A BIT-” I began to mutter aggressively as I pulled the door to the pub open, scanning the room for him. “How the fuck did he-” I continued to swear to myself as I walked to the back, trying to find him in the crowd. Damnit! I punched into my phone, hitting ‘send’ especially hard. I looked around again before sending off Where? Regent flashed on the screen almost immediately. I frowned, looking around. Surely he could see me standing in the middle of the pub like an absolutely muppet, turning around in circles. Outside I was still frowning as I pushed the pub door open. ‘What?! How were you here before me?!’ he said, equally enraged that he hadn’t won this unspoken battle of who would show up first. ‘Ha!’ I [...] There's more...