I went to one about 15 years ago and now a group of about 8 of us meet up annually for a meal and an afternoon of natter. I love the afternoons of nostalgia and learning about these people all over again. I find it interesting because at school I never felt that I fitted in which is why I never kept in touch and it was a Boarding School where I was terribly unhappy. I was so wrapped up in my depression that a lot went on that I never noticed or understood and in some ways it is illuminating to find out that I wasn't alone in those feelings.
MAKE A SENTENCE GAME [FEB '26]
De-cluttering, still at it, still no end
Good Morning Monday 20th April 2026


. 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.

