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I'm not one to think back on my high school years with more than vague amusement and occasional curiosity. It can't be said that I am in contact with more than one of those who I spent those three years with.

So colour me surprised when I find out that it's been ten years. When someone says it like that it seems like forever and yet when I consider it, I have actually done a lot in those ten years.

I don't think I'm anywhere near where I thought I would be and yet I am. Yes, I know, not very explanitory but how far into my young self's future ideals do you really want to go?

Ten years and a reunion is being planned. A day of events to get us all together to find out how far or not we have managed to get since last we stood together. It came to mind for me to wonder who organises these things? I mean, who of all the people I went to school with said "right, lets get everyone together"? Is it a specific person or did several just decide in passing? Is it the ones who stay or those that have gone?

I heard about the reunion from my friend in Stockholm who got a random call from a girl whose mother had run into her mother in town and details had been passed on. Turns out they've been kind of at a loss as to where we ended up. So confused were they, that they sent a letter to someone that they thought was my friend and it turned out that was an old lady, who didn't even live in the same town. They kind of worked out that midnightoak had moved back to the UK but for some reason thought I was still in Sweden bodding about.

I find this amusing seeing as at least one of the people at the reunion is my cousin and another is my mother's brother in law. Unless they too are MIA, I'd say someone has been lacking in detective skills.

So there are now only two weeks to the end date for paying and signing up for this event that apparently is on the 4th of August. I've checked flights for the north and I can get from Manchester to Östersund on the Friday and return on the Sunday for £330. It's still an hours drive both ends after that. I'd end up looking like a jetsetter with only enough time to drop by before setting off again. Part of me feels that this would be a rather smug thing to do but the rest of me asks "do I really care what they think of what I am now?" To be honest my main desire for going would be to see what they have done and that is not enough. I'd get someone to "spy" for me and tell me who has become what but to be honest no-one I know well is going.

All that I can do is write them a lovely letter to apologise for my absence.

Christmas Goat fireproofed in preparation for Christmas. Plans set in place to hopefully protect this symbol until New Years.

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