Every time I here Delta Goodrem sing "Wish you were here" it reminds me of my dear friend Karen. I had the pleasure of spending time with friends last night in honour of Karen's tradition. She would go to our friends hair salon (also named Karen) when she needed a colour, she called it her "pack and send" as she washed the colour out at home! Being the last client of the day she would take a bottle of champagne, Karen called it "poo" and they enjoy a drink together! Hairdresser Karen's salon for me is like a big hug of familiarity after recently moving from one side of the city to another.
After Karen's last client last night we raised our glasses (of poo) in her honour.
I do wish you were here, but you are in so many ways! X
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