Apologies for the radio silence but I have been at a school reunion lunch seeing friends from over 40 years ago and we are all exactly the same. I kid you not. No one had changed and we just restarted our conversations where we had left off last time. I love friends like that. The best. It was just like school all those years ago. I also think being at boarding school adds another level of friendship because we suffered together.
Afterwards, I went back to Dorset on the train to stay with one of my school friends from the reunion in her perfect thatched cottage, complete with roses around the door.
What can I say? Well, I have never laughed so much in my entire life. All evening tears were rolling down my cheeks, crying with laughter while we remembered our school lives together. There was even singing (just don’t ask – wine may have been involved and I was not responsible but someone had to show them how to do it properly and, as Deputy Head of Music, that job was mine).
Moving swiftly on, I also met possibly the best dog ever and I am totally smitten. She was a delight. The name? Wiggie.
Anyway, I am back in London now having got the train back to London this afternoon. I have a large glass of wine sitting beside me and a large cheesey grin on my face from remembering all the laughing. It was the best time.
I think school friends are the best. Time hadn’t changed us. Nothing better, really.
