Recently my life has taken a bit of an unexpected turn.
I won’t go into the gory details right now — let’s save that particular gore for another time, shall we? — but suffice to say, the shit hit the fan. I mean ALL the shit hit ALL of the fans.
My family have been amazing and I’m so thankful I have them. It’s my friendships that I have found to be of interest, though. You can’t pick your family, but you choose your friends, right? And I feel that, at the age of 31, I’ve wrangled myself a good bunch.

However, in my recent crisis, I’ve seen them take on different roles and I couldn’t resist forming a little list: