The best of FRIENDS

We’ve finally had our invite,’ I told Hugh, flicking over the cream vellum to read its embossed lettering.

‘Thank goodness,’ he grunted. ‘Wouldn’t want to be left out of the wedding of the century.’

I glanced at him sharply. Mother-of-the-bride Mel had been my best friend since my first day at primary school, when she’d pushed Tommy Griffin off a swing because he wouldn’t let me have my turn.

I HAD TWO CHOICES – I COULD RISK ANOTHER ROW OR TRY TO SMOOTH RUFFLED FEATHERS

Hugh was on good terms with her husband Andy, but reckoned Mel was ‘overbearing’, and I let her get away with it because… A) It suited me to have a strong sidekick who sent back food in restaurants, etc… and B) I didn’t like confrontation. Now, it was their son Dean’s wedding extravaganza, and I was thinking of (drum roll) wearing a hat.

I’d always wanted a hat, and an occasion to wear it. But Hugh’s