So, we're in the country this fine Saturday morning. Look! There it is!
We're here for a fiftieth birthday (how the hell did that happen?) with twenty-odd people, most of whom I've never met, and the remainder of whom I haven't seen for the better part of three decades. Everyone looks EXACTLY the same! How the hell did that happen?
When am I going to stop asking, 'How the hell did that happen?' Not any time soon today, I'm afraid.
Did you read my blog on the passing of time? It's a funny thing, time. Nearly thirty years apart and ten minutes back together and all that time simply disappeared; it was as if we'd all been together yesterday, or last week... Except that then we were kids, concerned only with writing the latest essay and finding enough cash for beans and beer. Now we've got enough kids between us to fill a classroom, and mortgages and some of us have got real, grown-up jobs; one of us has retired for crying out loud!
None of that stopped us talking, laughing, eating and drinking long into the night, cementing old relationships and starting new ones.
Time's a funny thing, but people don't change very much, and I can't help celebrating that... What's more we'll be celebrating it all the way into tomorrow.
Here's hoping you're having as good a weekend as we are!
Sunday night update.
You can tell a lot about a man by the company he keeps, and Sean, who was celebrating his birthday must be a hell of a man to have such friends. Liz sparkled, Jacky charmed, Alice was fabulous, Ro was endlessly warm, Sarah was funny and Jacqui was the consummate hostess. Claire was easy and elegant, and Ros glowed, and that's just the women! There wasn't a dull moment, but there were many fascinating and funny ones.
Back to work tomorrow morning, but right now, we feel tired, satisfied, stimulated and, perhaps more than anything else, content. How lovely is that?