I have a best friend called Jane (same as me). She is only three months older than me so our mothers, who knew each other as neighbours, were pregnant at the same time. Therefore, we were both aware of each other from the time of my birth.
We started school on the same day, and like most tots, were both fretful, so our Mums told us to hold hands as we walked in and that because we had the same name we would be very special friends who would take care of each other.
43 years later, here we both are, still best buddies. We have never had a falling out and would move heaven and earth to help each other. We were each others' bridesmaids, we have holidayed together, laughed and cried together and I am proud to say that Jane is the sister I never had.