A fantastic finale to our time at Furze Platt, the Prom did one especially brilliant thing: it cleared the air. In the dying days of Year 13, the usual strong sense of community had somewhat collapsed. Tonight, though, it was very much alive and well.
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A birthday in late-April is no time to hold a celebration (examinations begin in the early weeks of May), but two months on, my late eighteenth birthday party was blessed with wonderful weather.
Five years after the family hosted an evening boat party to mark Mum’s 50th and Harriet’s 18th, I picked this Sunday afternoon to hold my very own. With me engrossed in revision, Dad had done the vast majority of the organising, although I came up with the finer details: deciding on the menu, compiling the playlist, and suggesting a ‘Henley’ dress code.