Once, when I was about 12 or 13 I bemoaned the fact I had no friends. Around me, my contemporaries seemed to have scores of them. I felt understandably left out. My mother sat me down and told me she could count her most valued friends on one hand. I disbelieved her. I was at that age when you begin doubting the wisdom of your parents. As you know from Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend , I’m thrilled to have 5 gems on my bracelet. But with Thanksgiving round the corner, I'm once again celebrating fabulously forged friendships because a good friend is the most priceless gift of all. As well as the Koh-i-noor diamonds making up my sparkilicious friendship bracelet, there are other friends who also give me succour in more ways than they might realise. The first group owed acknowledgement this Friendsgiving are the members of my Writing Group in Telegraph Hill. Without this lot I’d spend a great deal of time writing far too many words and do a lot less edi
I write therefore I am