A few weeks ago I discovered my local pub had been taken over by a lad.... well more than a lad now.....I last saw forty nine years ago.....Lord knows how he recognised me!
Last week he said his brother was longing to meet me again.....could we have a get together in the pub next week........
Now....the brother is the little boy who, in 1953, took the pink fondant fancy from the plate at our Coronation Party just before the plate came to me......
And I so wanted that fondant fancy.....I'd watched it all around the table.....nobody took it.......til he did!
I cried so much I had to be taken home.....
Many years later I turned him down when he asked me for a date......because he'd taken the fondant fancy......and I'd not forgotten....
So.....is it time to forgive him and bury the hatchet over a pint of Guinness?........☺