I had already politely declined her invitation to attend this year, so her phone call just now took me unawares. I was pleased with myself for remaining adamant in refusing, for I could tell she was fishing for me to change my mind.
Last October, for the first time, I had rallied to her call, and did rediscover one fellow pupil, and one school secretary who had been part of my world between the ages of six and eleven. After almost sixty years, I was surprised at recognising anyone.
So, because it is Saturday and Sepia calls, I will share with Blogland my one remaining image of that long ago schoolgirl, me.