07/08/2026
I can’t quite believe we’re here celebrating your 40th, Faye! It feels like yesterday we were three years old, causing chaos at nursery, and your dad couldn’t tell which one of us was which at pick-up.
From the very start, you were my best friend!
You loved football, were rarely out of your Liverpool shirt, and of course, our love for Ant and Dec meant we were always ready to rumble!
I’ll never forget the times at your mum and dad’s house — the singing, the dancing, and that big comfy brown armchair in the conservatory where we’d spend hours together, probably laughing at something ridiculous.
Our nights out were legendary fun, chaotic, and absolutely unforgettable. I still don’t know how you managed to lose your phone and bag so many times, but somehow, we always regrouped in the joint toilet at Mex Bar! Those late-night chips and cheese, pizzas, and dirty kebabs were part of the ritual, and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Then came the holidays , the sunbathing, the shots, the Turkish music, the laughter, and the feeling that we had no responsibilities at all. Honestly, what a time to be alive!
We’ve done it all together hen dos, weekends away, weddings, bridesmaid duties , motherhood and through it all, you’ve always been there: loyal, hilarious, caring, and the best friend anyone could ask for.
Happy 40th birthday, Faye. Here’s to all the memories we’ve made and to many more still to come.
Love you always Anna/Kinch/Tully
