I have not written in my blog for 14 months. I have not long completed my module to be an independent nurse prescriber and that took up most of my time between January and July, the need to write clinically and critically would have been hampered by any kind of creative writing. I’m not exactly sure though what prevented me from writing posts for the first half of the blog writing freeze. But I haven’t been loitering around, I’ve been on lots of adventures so I have plenty to write about now I have the opportunity.
For this post I’m going to pick up where I left off 14 months ago. In a long queue, slowly snaking through London on the way to see a much loved queen lying in state, 7 strangers became friends and the 2 am club was born. 2 am was the time we predicted we would get into Westminster Palace when we formed our WhatsApp group. After we had paid our respects to her majesty we vowed to try and keep in touch and meet up whenever we could.

In September on the anniversary of that day, 3 of the members of the 2 am club were able to meet up. Sharon, Amy and myself met in a very sunny Covent Garden and had a lovely lunch in the Ivy, mooched around and generally catching up on a years worth of gossip and news. Then ended with cocktails in Piccadilly before Amy and Sharon headed home and I retired to my hotel for the night. It was such a fabulous afternoon and hopefully in the new year we’ll be able to get a date that we can all make.
Friends can be made in the most unexpected places, I’m sure many other friendship groups like ours were created in the queue during that week and I hope they are able to get together as well.

