Time please

How time flies.

I’m feeling nostalgic.

We spent time last weekend with friends I don’t see often. I think of them as the Pineapple girls although we’re all middle aged women now and they are both mothers to young adults. I’m the oldest but was never the most sensible. Sadly I’m rarely ever the most sensible person in a room, I can’t see that changing now. We worked together, worked hard but had lots of fun. It probably should be noted that some of this work included making outfits for us for the weekend. I was wearing one of those the night I met Cornflake, I only went to that party because I had a new dress to road test and Saucy doesn’t like lifts and the party was in Trellick Tower. Ossie Clark was there, he liked my dress, he also liked the look of Cornflake. He said, I would if you don’t. Naughty.

It’s amazing how the common activities of talking rubbish while working, followed by nights out drinking, some dancing, some more talking rubbish, sharing boyfriend issues and exercise classes, can form the basis for friendships that comfortably span decades. It’s thirty or so years on but when the three of us get together we slip into familiar behaviours. A slightly out of control one, a sensible one and the gobby, spiky one. I’m the gobby, spiky one, we were all, always funny and funnier together I think.

Our time at the weekend is proof that people don’t change much as they grow up, the young people we were have survived remarkably well. We’re older on the outside obviously but even outside H still looks easily athletic and G still has the most beautiful blue eyes. I think blue eyes are magical. It’s easy not to see the years.

We played the who has the most dysfunctional family game and after many hilarious and awful stories it was generally agreed that Cornflake won.

We took gins in tins to the park and watched the sunset. It was lovely.

I groaned when I realised that in another thirty years I’ll be approaching ninety.

Time really does fly, I wouldn’t mind if it slowed down a bit.