In a little over two hours I am off to pick a up an old friend and her husband from our local train station. It is just about exactly 10 years since we last saw each other. My girl was three and a lot and my boy was getting close to turning one. He had just learned to walk.
He and I headed North to watch her compete at the World Rowing Champonships. She won! We went to Sherwood Forest and saw Robin Hood's Tree and several hairy looking lads dressed as Merry Men. We stayed in the back bedroom of a quite pleasant B&B. This was also the weekend we stopped and got directions from the nice lady who was standing by the cemetery. An odd place to linger on corners one might think. Lucky for her it was a very warm Summer as she really wasn't wearing very much. There was a gasp when she read the directions the nice B&B people had given me. Turns out she was their foster daughter! Oh 'oopNorth' you are a funny little world.
The time before that when my friend&her husband visited my girl was about 18 months old. And before that we hadn't seen each other since I first moved up onto my Hilltop back when I was very a sweet young thing. In fact it was so long ago that it was before I had even met CK!! She and I go all the way back to the depths of SW4 at the beginning of the 1990s when we both nannied in a Posh Square just near The Common.
Right. So before my head explodes I must go and actually clean the bathroom. Displacement activity anyone??