She & I met at school when we were 11 years old. We connected because we were both outsiders.
Her Dad was RAF, my Dad had been Royal Marines and then Lincolnshire Police.
Everyone else around us in class were “locals” in every sense of the word.
We got together again a year after leaving school – aged 17 – when she was working in London and I was working about a half hour train ride away. I’d go there every weekend that I had off. Sometimes on a Friday, when I’d meet her in Holburn where she worked full time. But if it was Saturday, I’d meet her at Harrods, where she had a Saturday job.
Happy Birthday, darling girl. So many beautiful memories :o)