Roz (blonde one) and Eve (brunette one) are my oldest friends. Eve I met when I was in the hospital, barely having taken my first breath in the world. And Roz (the artist formerly known as Rosanna) I met in nursery, just a pair of matching dungarees away from being best pals.
Tonight, we met at the pub after work, to catch up, drink wine, and laugh at the weird guy who lay, spread-eagled on the grass beside us. These two are the best, best friends. I may be bias, but I'm also always right.