R is for Reunion - lets go over to ABC Wednesday for a Reunion of Bloggers with a myriad of tales to share.
R is for a Reunion of friends, family and work colleagues and of course that school reunion - see mine above - X marks the spot!
We talked and laughed on that day about many things as we turned the clock back - the school layout wasn't much changed - the corridors were now enclosed and not open to the world as they were then - the cold winds cutting into those bare legs wearing ankle socks and sensible shoes!
The stair ways were the same - I gave a shudder as I walked down the cold stone steps - I could hear in the far away distance ghostly echoes of shrill laughter - as girls rushed to beat the dinner bell.
Memories came flooding back of stripping down to white T shirts and bottle green big knickers - yes they were the dress!for the weekly gym lessons- thoughts came to mind of bunsen burners and risky experiments in the Science Room - and of rushing round the hockey field - I hated it - I always managed to get bruises on my ankles from over zealous players.
The tennis courts were still there but greatly improved as were the netball pitches.
I loved netball and was in the house team for Dame Agnes Hunt - and sported a large purple badge. I seemed to have a knackof getting the ball in the net.
You know I had no intention of going on about schooldays past - just got carried away - sorry to ramble on! anyway I am now off to sweep leaves.