Met up with some very old friends (in both senses) for lunch the other day.
Recently I found some old letters that I had written to my mother. She kept everything that her children wrote to her - cards, letters, programmes for "Concerts" performed when we were about 10 years old etc.etc.etc.
Some of the letters were from when I was first a student in Melbourne and living in a Teacher's College Hostel called Frank Tate House in Dandenong Rd in Armadale. One described a day out at the Botanical Gardens.
I read this letter to my buddies over Lunch and was sent some photos recording that day long ago.
I decided that as it was such a long time ago they wouldn't mind me showing them to the world. Rather cute weren't we?
I'm not showing the photos taken this week as we are mostly larger, more wrinkly and less leggy than we once were. Three of us in this photo were at the lunch, the 4th took the photo.
Here's one of her as well, just so she doesn't feel left out! We were obviously being somewhat irreverent to poor old Frank Tate!!
I wonder what happened to that dress of mine? It was a favourite - hot pink raw silk.
Unfortunately it might just fit half of me these days!
