It was kinda weird for me to meet up with these people again after what I realised was more than 10 years. They are, after all, my parent's friends, and when one heads off into the wide blue yonder (in my case, Darwin) as a 20-ish young thing with all her possessions packed into the back of a 15 year old 4wd (but it was red and it was soooo cool!), one doesnt tend to look back and keep in touch with parental friends. I barely kept in touch with my parents!
But I have known these folk since I was born, and it was surprisingly easy to pick up the threads of our old relationships. Like there wasnt a decade or more between chats. It was great fun to sit and chat, find out how their kids are, learn about new grandchildren, their latest travels. It reminded me why they've been friends with my parents all these years, and I realised that without exception, if I needed to, I could have called any one of them at any time to ask for help. Really wonderful folk, and so I really enjoyed the weekend. Apart from when they rolled out all the stories of my childhood and misspent youth, much to my Beloved's amusment.
That, and one of them - K - has a great big spanking Harley Davidson motorbike that he took me for a really long ride on!
How much fun was that! Pirate Jim was totally freaked out by Mama in the helmet, and wouldnt go near K for the rest of the weekend, but now he tells everyone about the "bike" and how it goes "BRUUMM BRUUMM". Very cute.
Still no knitting to blog, I'm afraid.