On Saturday, my good friends Ben and Emma hijacked a party, for the second time in 6 months, not satisfied with stealing my circle line pub crawl for Emma's birthday. They organised a birthday party for 6 of their friends, of which I was one. I thought this might have been a gesture, something to redress the balance, but it turns out I was just being lulled into a false sense of security. No sooner had they built me up than they knocked me down again, when at about 11pm, Ben announced that he and Emma had become engaged over the New Year. All I was doing was getting a year older. How can I compete with that?
Ok, please leave sarcastic tone here, cause I mean the next bit entirely sincerely, and it would be easy to think otherwise without this sentence as a spacer.
Congratulations to the future Mr & Mrs Everitt, I can't think of two people who deserve each other more. I wish you every good fortune for the future. (And I'm not just saying this to curry favour so I can use your spare room for a few weeks).
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