What an odd day -
What an odd day - feels like one day made up of several smaller ones that had no direct relation to each other.
This morning we had our photographs taken - you'll see why shortly.
Lunchtime I met up with Trudi for the first time in 19 years, Apparently (despite the advanced baldness and the beard) I look exactly like I did at 16, which as I pointed out may be the most depressing thing I've heard all week. We had a general gossip about the old hometown, people from school, and the way things were, but also a fair bit about life, the universe and everything as it is at the moment, which was very nice. We sat on the balcony of Tate Modern, overlooking the Thames, which was very pleasant indeed.
The I had to catch a train to Milton Keynes to see our accountant (Virgin Trains - 'nuff said).
And this evening I've been having dinner with Sarah, who lives about ten minutes from me, and who I see once in a blue moon, which is just plain daft. We had a good evening, doing a lot of reflecting on our respective school days (nostalgia being contagious) and also, inevitably, discussing recent events in New York, where we both have friends and workmates (or former workmates in my case).