22.05.2010 24 °C
As I grow older, it is very reassuring to know that thousands of miles away from my home in Canada are a group of friends in England I have known almost all my life. This week I had the pleasure of spending two delightful days with them at Geraldine’s home in Lewes, where we reminisced about our happy childhood in suburban London. It’s wonderful to catch up on their news: Maggie is off to Romania to stay with her daughter and Jenny is about to embark on a new career. Susan, my oldest friend, (not in age but in length of time), lived across the road and we started to play together when we were three. She brought a diary from 1964 and we laughed and giggled again like fifteen year olds as she read tales of lengthy Youth Club walks; of parents worrying; of dance parties; and of boyfriends and schoolgirl crushes. I have stayed in touch with these friends over the years and both Heather and Pam have visited me in Canada. We have been there for each through life’s pains and pleasures. The last time we all met up was 10 years ago when we were turning 50, but as we parted this time we have promised each other that we will not wait ten more years before we reunite.