An old school mate( i think I can still call her that) has organised a school reunion. The scary thing it has been now 20 years since the end of school, well I did stay on for A levels.
Come Septemeber some 80+ of us will be heading back to the old town like a pilgramge, to worship at our Mecca which was the rugby club. I spent my birthday there,as many of us did and like most was all a bit hazy..
HOwever I don't what is more scary... the pics coming out of the woodwork from when we were so much younger, or the fact I can't remember half the names or faces.