
My husband and his best friend. I don't know why, but even though they're both firmly ensconced in their 30s now (well, they're 31), I always think of them as, well, boys. Like lads, who wouldn't look out of place back at uni. I look at this photo and realise I am kidding myself. Which means I'm kidding myself about my own appearance, too. Help!
This photo was taken very late at night; we were all quite exceedingly drunk. I like the way that the reflection of the chandelier neatly conveys the kaleidoscopic effect my drunkenness had on my vision at that stage.