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How do you decide who to be friends with?
What’s to decide? In Tilly Budland, it’s friend until proven unfriend; I don’t see why I have to choose.
I have disliked very few people in my life, but even then I have been friendly to them. It’s just good manners.
Bonus: What defines the difference between a good friendship vs a close one?
The amount of gifts they bring me.
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I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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*Leaves behind a carton of Maltesers*
You see, real friends don’t need to be told
I was just about to say: ‘No mention of Maltesers then?’ And I saw Cindy had got in there first!
Unfriends are as rare as hens’ teeth.
I was once bit by a chicken.
Exactly, I was wondering if you would measure a friend by their Maltesers delivered but left unconsumed by said friend
You know me so well. Pass, friend
I like your style.
There’s a process on Facebook where you let someone onto your page, called “friending.” The unkindliest cut of all is when you “unfriend” them, and it’s actually a word. I was once unfriended by my own SISTER!
Therefore, I am moving to Tillybudland as soon as Lex can find a UCC church there. I cannot imagine anyone not liking you, babe. You’re a breath of fresh air in a world full of HOT air. Amy
Thanks for your blind faith, Amy; it is very much appreciated.
But I believe I’m annoying in real life 
And don’t take it personally – my own child defriended me.
I do love TillyBudLand: the only passport I need is a packet of maltesers…
An unopened packet…always read the small print
I’m with you, Tilly. Friend until proven otherwise . . . with a fresh start each day.
Loved your bonus reply. Hope that you are rolling in unopened packets of Maltesers.