I had a reunion when we all turned 60. I’d left my hometown and lost touch for 45 years . It was wonderful meeting up with old school friends I hadn’t seen for 45 years and we are now connected on Facebook. I found a lot of the women still looked lovely . But some of the heart throbs , boys I fancied at school were fat bald with glasses ! It was a shock . One boy I had been in love with since I was 6 ( we did have a brief relationship at 8 when we kissed ) was stood at the bar and it took me all night to pluck up courage to speak to him . Bald now happily married to someone else ?and looked completely different but strange how old feeling still stirred ?? xx
‘Oldies’ don’t read self help books.
Good Morning Tuesday 3rd November 2026
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. And then there was me. Heaven knows what they thought. Despite promises to meet again, we haven’t and I am secretly relieved; we had all gone in different directions and were different people with only 5 years, back in the 60’s, in common.