Nostalgia Trip

The past couple of weeks have been one long nostalgia trip , which is nice because what is happening in the here and now is starting to "bum me out".

It's all started with the family tree and it's several mind blowing revelations, and I have been reading my Mum's diaries. Today I went to their house to check the mail and stuff, I don't much like going there, even though it is the only family home I have ever known it now feels sad and cold and empty and every time I go , it reminds me of all I have lost.

So I went into the loft to move more stuff, and I found the love letters sent to Mum by Dad and it just really cheered me up. I found them from the very first letter way back in 1961 when Dad was in the army. They really were soul mates, I guess we always think of our parents as being , well, just parents, not young people with hopes and dreams and, well, just falling in love, so I am very lucky to have them as a reminder.

I rang my Mum's best friend to see if I could pop in for a cuppa and she was on her way to her grandsons birthday party just round the corner in my old junior school, so Alex and I got an invitation to go. OHHHHHHHH now that was a nostalgia trip. It's a Victorian building that has been converted to a cafe and community centre, and it was just such a thrill to be there, I reckon I haven't been there for 25 years, no wonder I feel so damn old (or is that just too many late nights?). I looked through the window of my old classroom and it has hardly changed, and it was like I was instantly transported back to 1975 it was just magic! SIGH!

My 3rd nostalgia trip of this weekend was the Mr Ben DVD in The Times yesterday. Alex has been watching it and has been transfixed and so have I, and of course now I can't stop humming the darned music. I have also been struck how weird it is for a man in a suit to spend every weekend in a fancy dress shop..........................