15Mar
Dainty pistachio and rose shortbread
It is not easy to make friends as an adult. It seems that by the time people get to their 30s they have an established, close knit group of friends and no more need apply. For some reason any new acquaintances are nice to have a chit-chat with but it’s hard to get deeper than that. Do we get lazier as we get older? You know when someone cancels a coffee or a meeting at the bar and you actually feel relief? Not because you don’t like that person, but because you don’t have to make the effort to get dressed up and venture out, you can instead stay in and watch Real Housewives in your pyjamas. As children we go to school, we see our friends everyday, whether we want to or not, and the relationships blossom from that daily contact. As adults is a lot easier to hide from social relationships, even at work. Effort is needed to build meaningful relationships. My good, old friends are all in Brazil. Or Abu Dabi, or Germany and I miss the closeness that I developed with them. My work is so social, there are a lot of girls that