What I didn't add was that my friend wasn't at the station in Granada, when we arrived. No mobile phones in those days.
We waited for ages, but no sign of him. Panic set in, but knew he lived near the bullring, so we got ourselves there and kept walking around it, in the hope of seeing him. We did! We were so naive in those days.
Years later, now a head teacher, he was visiting the high school, where I had been decanted with a number of pupils.
I saw him coming towards me with the school's head teacher, he recognised me first.
My first words were, I can't believe, it's so many years since I slept in your bed in Granada! 😱( He had given up his room for me)
The two men burst out laughing! After all, I was supposed to a pillar of the community! 😚
#Holy Mary
I will gloss over being taken away at Gatwick to be searched. His mother had given me a shoebox; tied with string; stuffed with tablet and Tunnock's caramel wafers.
There had been a number of bomb scares in the previous days.
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