M'dear Christie Wilson.
It's strange that when I think back, we always somehow knew each other in Year 7 (or 8?) but we never were really that close until maybe Year 10.
You are a top notch friend, unfailingly considerate and tactful, someone I can call up and vent the petty irritations that I have all the time every now and again, a person who has ridiculous moral integrity (ooh what a term, but honestly, there aren't many people I know who encompasses the phrase 'to be a moral compass') and someone who I will share many a breakfast and lunch with on Camperdown this year.
