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Millie spent the best part of 4 years working with Rebekah on an ambulance. She has literally seen her at her worst and at her best. Putting up with each others hangry moments and having each others back when preverbial was hitting the fan.

Rebekah had the honour of seeing Millie through her paramedic training and continues to be inspired and proud of Millie as she chases her own life goals.

Millie is one of those friends that brings wisdom, rebuke and a shovel when needed.

Whilst Rebekah is mildly anxious about the stories Millie has, is that not about right for such a treasured friend?

Matt, Rebekah’s older brother but by no means purely a brother. Even though they have not always lived in the same country, Matt has always been there and shown up when life allows. He manages to keep a cool head and remain determined to find a calm and logical way forward.

An anchor for Rebekah as life has dealt a few audatious blows over the years. He is generous and intentional about how he loves and is warmth for all he meets.

He remains commited to living life to it’s fullest and is a foundationally loyal, family man. What a brother to have by your side.

Ellie has been a source of encourgement and comfort for Rebekah over the years. Whilst she is fated as a cousin she is an absolute treasure of a human.

She is brave, courgeous and shows determination dispite adversity.

With excellent taste in food and shared passions like skiing and walking, any time together is always a pleasure.

Rebekah is continuously impressed by her ever growing list of talents…pick a sport, she can coach it; pick a product, she can bring it to life on social media; pick a cuisine, she can chef it…

Look out for the cake, she’s kindly making our cake, be sure to tell her how fabulous a job she did!

Meet my skin and blister, Katie — affectionately known as Peanut — who will be my Maid of Honour! Katie is my younger sister, though she’s always been mistaken for the older one (she’s far more mature and definitely more glamorous).

We may be chalk and cheese, but we’ve always got on like a house on fire. We rarely argue — and when we do, it’s usually a food fight at Mum’s house (which, I’ll admit, I normally start… I just can’t resist throwing custard!). Whenever we spend time together, we end up in fits of laughter — whether it’s a Thai massage gone wrong or a family holiday full of chaos — we share the same wicked sense of humour that keeps life entertaining.

Katie isn’t the overly-huggy, gushy type, but she’s the sister who always shows up — often before I even realise I need her. She’s my chief supporter, emotional anchor, and best friend rolled into one, and I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect to stand by my side as Maid of Honour.

I’ve known Richard — or Richie, as I call him — since just after sixth form, and our friendship can be summed up in one word: cars.
I knew of Richard back in sixth form, but we didn’t really become friends until after we left. One day, I was waiting at the bus stop when a pristine Triumph Herald 13/60 drove past — and, being unable to resist a classic car, I naturally took a good look. Then Richard stuck his head out the window and waved! From that moment, our shared love of cars became the foundation of our friendship.

While I’ve always driven my trusty little Peugeot 108, Richard has roped me into countless car projects over the years. His first car — a Citroën C1 — was unforgettable: he put it on air ride, slammed it to the ground, upholstered the entire interior himself (he’s a brilliant trimmer by trade), and fitted an exhaust so loud you could hear it long before you saw it!
One moment I’ll never forget was the day we spent hours wrapping the car roof in black using nothing but a hairdryer. It looked perfect — until Richard dropped me home and promptly reversed into a wall, caving in the back bumper. Typical Richie!

Days out with Richard have always been eventful. We’ve broken down on the motorway and been rescued by a one-toothed recovery driver who proudly shared his criminal record for two straight hours (we were slightly terrified), stripped his Audi A5 back to standard parts, and attended more car meets than I can count — some of which may or may not have been entirely legal…

Richard is one of the most loyal, kind, and genuinely talented friends I’ve ever had. I always look forward to catching up with him — he’s quietly confident, effortlessly skilled, and the kind of person everyone should take the time to say hello to.

I met Ells on my ambulance trainee course back in 2022. I gravitated towards her straight away as soon as I heard she was also from Croydon — Croydonites always stick together!
If I had to describe Ellie, I’d say she’s a mix of two Spice Girls — a little bit Sporty Spice and a little bit Baby Spice. She’s dedicated to her netball, gym and running, but she’s also stylish, girly, and always perfectly put together.
We’ve stuck together ever since finishing the course, and we were both lucky enough to be posted to Croydon. Since then, we’ve been on girls’ holidays, qualified as EMTs together, and even became crew mates — for about a year or so, before little Lilah came along.
Having Ellie as my crew mate was when I really started to enjoy my job. Thanks to her, my confidence grew so much. She’s like a big sister to me — supportive, loyal, and always honest. And I mean brutally honest — from regular bogie checks and “have I got anything in my teeth?” moments, to “Hols, don’t buy those shoes, they’re ugly.”
Before Ellie, I was a bit of a stickler for the rules — a people pleaser, and probably a bit too nice to people who didn’t always deserve it. Ellie taught me self-worth, boundaries, and that not all patients need a carry chair!
We were yin and yang, but we complemented each other perfectly. Ellie was definitely the mischievous one — for example, during training when we had to practise giving injections into oranges, she decided to load the needles with water and started squirting our classmates.
Some of my favourite memories from our shifts include Ellie trying to hit her 10,000 steps a day — she’d have us walking up multiple flights of stairs with all the ambulance kit rather than taking the lift — and being 18 weeks pregnant but still whizzing around like a Duracell bunny. Any time I told her not to lift something or to be careful, she’d reply, “Hols, I’m pregnant, not disabled!”
Then there were her signature little things — her morning smoothie (which she never quite finished and counted as her daily fruit intake), her obsession with Sensations nuts and Pepsi Max, and of course, her dark sense of humour — which luckily, matches mine perfectly.
Oh, and one last thing — get this girl on the dance floor, because she knows how to tap dance!

I met Cara on my ambulance trainee course back in 2022 — Ellie, Caroline and I were the trio. Caroline has this warmth about her that instantly draws you in. She’s unbelievably selfless, super caring, and one of the most loyal friends you could ask for.
The training year was absolutely hilarious with both Ellie and Caroline. Ellie was squirting water out of the needles, and Caroline was trying to fit the entire orange in her mouth as a challenge… and there’s me, sitting in the middle of them with no IM needle or orange to practise with!
Since then, Caroline has gone on to smash her paramedic degree course while working shifts and being a full-time mum to Keon — I’m so proud of her. (Her survival hack during exams is to take one of her shoes off — apparently it helps calm her nerves!)
Caroline is the kind of friend who always shows up. Even when she has a million things going on, she’s there when I need a debrief or just a massive hug. No task or challenge is too much for this girl — if you need something done, ask Caroline! She’s always the voice of reason, and she always looks out for me.
A few things to know about Caroline: her signature photo pose is sticking her tongue out; she can twerk like a queen; her signature move is a high kick (despite having little legs — and yes, I have many photos to prove it!); she’s a Chelsea FC fanatic; and she’s a DIY and property management goddess.
As a trio, we’ve shared so many hilarious moments, but one that stands out is our girls’ holiday to Gran Canaria. We decided to go on one of those doughnut water rides. You’d think the most dangerous part would be being dragged around the sea at high speed by a jet ski — but no, the real danger was getting onto the doughnut. Ellie and I jumped on and landed on our bums; Caroline jumped on and landed on her little finger. She heard a crack, it looked wonky, so she just… cracked it back! In true Caroline style, she carried on with the holiday, chipolata finger and all. When she got home, ED confirmed it was broken and needed surgery!

P.S. — This girl doesn’t drink, but she’ll still be the life and soul of the party!