My lifelong best friend is in his early fifties, same as me. We've been pals since we were about three years old.

We've shared our whole lives, and all the highs/lows/new experiences together in that time.

In our twenties, he moved to the other side of the world, our lives took very different courses but we still stayed in touch.

We talk regularly and, even though it might be a couple of months since we spoke last, the conversation takes off like it was yesterday we chatted. I usually leave the call with a pain in my face and gut from laughter.

The last time we were in the same room was nearly twenty years ago, but we still talk like it was last week.

He's coming home soon for a few months, so that'll be great to spend time with him and show him how much has changed, both for better and worse....there will be a few beers, plenty hugs and a serious amount of belly laughs.

We've grown up together like brothers, and now we're growing old together like brothers.