
It was fabulous to meet up. We chatted about school, the bullies, the closet cases, the dramas, our outrageous follies... It was great.
We left Oakmead in 1988, though on meeting, I had to pinch myself, reminding us that 1988 was a very long time ago and we were no longer there.
Sometimes, school felt like a war, sometimes it felt like a board room, sometimes it was like a package holiday - most of the time it was like a mental institution.
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Hah! I KNEW she was once Paul Page. There's the proof. Right there on the, erm, Page.
(she's not reading this, is s/he?)
She's not reading it so far. Shall I send her the link?
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