Reunion and relief

I did, despite many, many qualms, head down to my home town yesterday afternoon - even up to the point where I was eating lunch before setting out, I was still thinking about cancelling. For once in my life, though, I made the right decision. My brother came to pick me up from the station, and our friend, who'd arrived a couple of hours earlier, was with him. From the outset, it was obvious he was pleased to see me, and I, of course, was equally pleased to see him. And that set the tone for the remainder of the afternoon and evening, plenty of catching up on the happenings in everyone's lives over the past decade or so, followed by a convivial evening in a town centre bar which centred around the England v Wales Six Nations rugby match (helped by the fact that England won, of course!). At around 9:00, when my closest female friend and her husband arrived, it struck me that the evening represented the biggest reunion of 'the group', as we called ourselves, our group of friends who met up, in stages, more than thirty years ago, for about fifteen years - six of the eight 'full members' were there. And, if all goes according to plan, the remaining two will be at my brother's place tonight as well, the first full 'gathering' since (I think) my best man's own wedding nearly twenty years ago. I just hope I'm not tempting fate in anticipating how good that will be.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B