Let’s talk about sisters. I’ll start with mine. Kate and Janey. I’m the oldest, and bossiest.
This is our sisterhood.
We’re crazy close. Not close in a Kardashian, ‘I’ll do your Brazilian wax for you,’ kind of way (although sort of close in a Kardashian ‘junk-in-the-trunk’ kind of way – all three of us having inherited our father’s eastern European, Teletubbie shape, rather than our mother’s willowy anglo-saxon limbs).
We’re close in the way that if we don’t phone/text/tweet or see each other at least once a day, we’ll phone/text or tweet each other to make sure we’re a) still alive and b) still talking.
Generally that conversation will go like this:
Me to Kate: ‘Hey it’s me. Where’s Janey?’
Kate: ‘Dunno. But she’s babysitting here tonight.’
Me: ‘Has she got the shits with me?’
Kate: ‘Nup, don’t think so.’
Me: ‘Cool. OK, I’ve got nothing else. Bye.’
We weren’t always as close as we are now. Janey was at boarding school when I was at university. Then Kate and I spent a year in London. Then we came back to Brisbane, then I moved to Sydney. Kate came to Sydney too, then took off to New Zealand. Janey lived in Dallas for a bit, before coming back to Brisbane. Then Kate moved to back to Sydney. Then I moved back to Brisbane. Then Kate married a Brisbane bloke. Then Janey moved to Las Vegas. Then three years later Janey moved back to Brisbane.
I feel like a little nap after that.
So now we’re all in the same city, which makes our parents very happy, and makes borrowing stuff a whole lot easier.