A strange attractor

I went to Paul and Rachel's Wedding Celebration last night. I know Paul, and many of the other guests from when I lived in Whitton which - if Ben is 22, is more than 22 years ago. It was great to catch up

Paul's Eloise (who I remember as little poppet) is now a married man called Lewis. Everyone has changed but this was the biggest transformation.

Maureen was there. These pages tell me that her husband Harry's funeral (Icons passim) was five years ago.

2008 Zell am See

Woodsy was there. He kept telling me stories of when he lived with me. I had no recollection of this whatsoever, perhaps I just put him up for a couple of weeks in the spare room some time.

I remembered that Paul had come to my brother John's stag do. That must have been a quarter of a century ago.

I remembered that Dicky had come to the airport with John, Ruth and I when they flew off on their honeymoon.

Claudia, who took such a shine to Ben when I first took him skiing in 2008 (Icons passim) asked asked after him and was astonished to be informed he is now six feet three tall.

Loads more old friends and loads more stories. I must get in the habit of getting back over there regularly again. I used to. Covid seems to have cut a lot of old comfy, "breathing out and breathing in" habits off at the knees.

As an example, when the band finished for the night the singer whimsically announced "we were actually first booked for this gig in 2019!" God knows how many times the wedding was booked and cancelled.