I taught in a school in Madrid as a young women. We were all due to fly back on the same plane to London at Christmas. At the airport I realised I'd brought the stub of the ticket I went out with! Mad dash in a taxi back to the flat screeching bad Spanish. Returned as the plane was about to leave. BUT my teaching friends on the plane begged the pilot to stay for another few minutes. He did. I was thrust out of the airport and ran across the tarmac. Everyone cheered as I got on. I was so grateful to the pilot.
Moths I had never seen before have appeared in my garden
"Old fashioned" expressions that young people have never heard.
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.

Thanks for sharing and making my day !!