Your neighbour slipping a delightful note under your door telling you to pop round for a vino.
Your BFFFF leaving an expensive bottle of champers on your desk with a note that says “put this in the fridge and we’ll quaff it tonight” and also a post-it note with a picture of a cock that says “I’m hilarious” on it.
Your other BFFFF turning up with a bottle of Piper Heidsieck
BFFFF 3 saying “I was going to wear a dress but I was catching the bus so I thought I’d put some pants on”. And then making everyone call them “trousers” because I’m going back to the UK and I have to get my terminology right otherwise there will be many uncomfortable moments. Don’t even start me on “thongs”.
Making a joking literary reference to TS Eliot’s The Wasteland (it was “April is the cruellest month, by the way) and having people get it.
Your three BFFFFs taking you out to a French restaurant and telling everyone it’s your birthday so everyone can sing you Happy Birthday and you get a lovely chocolate with ‘joyeux anniversaire’ on it and a candle and everything when clearly your birthday was four months ago.
The French waiter asking for your number as you pay the bill and your BFFFFs run out of said restaurant laughing like drains.
Your BFF coming back to your place so you can sing and dance to Elton John together and basically act like lovely, lovely muppets.
Waking up on the couch with a hangover but realising another bestie has volunteered her time, her muscles and her ute to help you move furniture.
Realising that you love. And are loved. By the best people on earth.