Met up tonight with a bunch of girlies I used to work with about four jobs ago: dinner in a January-empty so-so place in Covent Garden, but it was cool to hear what we are (variously) doing: opening a French manor house as a holidayhome, doing a Masters in psychology, going travelling to Oz, writing, being a civil servant... of our original group of thirty-ish people who were all there in the early-mid nineties, there are four people still there, as far as I can tell.
There's one question I'm never good at answering: how's your love life? Reminds me of my cousin who's Dad taught him to answer the cutesy kids' question "how old are you?" with "37 how old are you?", but I'm just too well-brought up for that.
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