They turn up at your door looking immaculate. Hair beautifully cut, coloured and styled, co-ordinated high-end outfit, accessories that didn't come from a supermarket. The glamorous friend brigade.
I now know. They throw money at it: a handbag that costs a four figure sum, a high maintenance hairstyling regime with a monthly visit to a top end salon, manicures, pedicures, designer brands.
I used to feel shabby in a shapeless Sainsbury sweatshirt and a year old haircut but not any more. One of the many benefits of getting older. F*ck not given.
