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Ladies all…a pride of lissom loudmouths

Reunited friends. What a lot to catch up on. 40 years of life’s diverse routes which brought 33 of us (our school year group) back to Harrogate, where it felt like it had all started. We have all had our share of successes, failures and tragedies. We had a Pandora’s Box of memories which when we started to put them together created a far better narrative of schooldays than I had been able to assemble for myself over the years. We also found a bounty of black holes and events I, for one, could not believe I possibly attended even with photographic evidence.  And, who knew, that when we planned what we would do when we got into the real world, that we would be so adept at clocking up such an extraordinary number of ex-husbands?

So it has been back to normal life again this week, pickling cucumbers and preserving lemons, which is my sort of “normal”. My other “normal” is also about to kick in, with a bonanza batch of blood tests in the spirit of attempting to kill three birds with one stone. None of them quite at the right time for the different clinic appointments but experience of these endless check-ups tells me that it will be “fine” ( a pithy “fine perhaps…but that’s OK)…and I know I have to chase up scans that should have been done by now, but I haven’t.

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Going forwards, backwards

So…off on another adventure. My memory is that I am going to the coldest place I have, to date, encountered, which makes preparation and packing challenging. The reality is that going back may be more demanding than the weather conditions!

My date is a self-styled school reunion in Harrogate. Many of my school mates have not crossed my path for 40 years, others have touched me at various points and others have remained as much a part of my life as they were all those years ago. “We” have found 50…lost 13, aware of 2 deaths and forgotten…heck, who knows….However 33 of us will be “back” together this weekend with no plans (on my part) to venture anywhere near the school.

I quite liked the response of one of my yeargroup (who I last remember deeply in love with David Cassidy) – when I asked what she had been doing for the past 40 years, her response was

“Making mess and tidying up”

Guess that may dominate all catch-up…it seems that, between us, we have an outrageous number of husbands and misdemeanours under the bridge since we last convened! So pleased that, at first glance, we appear to have fulfilled the potential of that elite education….

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