En route, the tube takes me past a park where I grew up. I climbed that tree, swung on those swings, hung around there. I went to scouts there too (partly to blame for my wanderlust now I guess). Pity Tony Dollar, the scout leader, what did the poor guy do to deserve "us lot". Nothing much has changed in the park since I left #* years ago, except the swings are health and safety spec. In my day (old geezer) you'd be lucky to leave the playground with all your fingers! Anyone remember the "witches hat"? Lethal. Taught the survivors to be careful though.
At the airport I'll be meeting the people I'll be travelling with for the next two weeks. I've never met them before. According to the blurb, I'll be sharing a room with one or two of them, maybe even the same bed in emergencies. Jeez, I hope he doesn't smell too bad! If whoever you are ends up reading this, it's probably too late to warn you that my mum called me "legs eleven" in bed; no doubt you experienced it first hand. Maybe the floor is a better option......
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