I have never been very good at making friends. No, don’t feel sorry for me. Although I can be gregarious and engaging, I can also be prickly and stubborn. I spent a lot of my childhood and teenage years not really having any close friends, or having anyone I could trust, or who I knew would always be there for me. Half the reason I (rather rashly) moved to Dublin at 18 was because I didn’t know a soul in the whole country. I could leave behind the rather lonely past, and find people who actually liked me.

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