I like lots
of things about growing older, but one of the very best for me is reconnecting
in unexpected ways with friends from long ago.
|Me, Terry and Nina on Thursday morning - 26 years on!|
|Terry and I in 1985, moving|
into our Rondebosch East house.
|Terry and I on Thursday morning (posing with the Porsche!)|
And on Wednesday evening, for the first time in over a quarter of a century, Nina, Terry and I got together. The most amazing thing was that, although so much time has passed and so much has happened in all our lives, we all feel we’re exactly the same people. Nina is still irrepressibly irreverent and wicked; and Terry is still a smoothie, although he’s swapped the beach buggie for a burgundy Porsche Carrera.