Reunion

Oh here we go.
Clever me has taken up chatting to old school friends on stupid addictive internet site. Face book.
I have some how been influenced by old school friend to join conversation with other long lost school friends over internet site.. What’s the harm, lets see what we have all been up to over the last ten years.. Bit of nosey fun methinks. Methinks wrong. I am now scheduled to attend a Reunion.
Now this should again, just be harmless fun right? Yes? Maybe if I went to a normal comprehensive with normal average people, I can see how a catch-up could be great , but no you see. I don’t know if I should be Proud or ashamed to admit this but I attended a Private Convent Boarding school a million miles away from my heavenly croydon somewhere past a really big field. I attended this privilege with other shall we say even more privileged people all of which have excelled in their careers, life, image etc.
Although never unpopular I hasten to add , unlike many of my classmates I was always on the lookout for more excitement.
Hence me = no degree, 2 ½ children and no swimming pool , drinks wine on discount.
Them = All childless, all further educated career driven and frankly quite scarily independent women with swimming pools filled with champagne.
Now believe me I am proud of attending the university of life and am very content with my lot thanks, But there is something very intimidating about meeting them all again in one room that is not the school common room and therefore having to reintroduce myself as a grown woman.
No longer can I be miss where’s the excitement, or laugh at those who mocked my imminent stardom and pity them for not seeing my potential. Sadly the stardom boat has sunk when I grasped the reality of competition! And excitement for me now is getting to Tiger occasionally without Rusk in my hair!
To add to my distress there is the rather large fact that I have stupidly exaggerated my success and beauty in conversation with these old chums ( as you do? Don’t you?) therefore serious action is required to amend these white lies.. Yes I know. I am a Div. The darling issue of nothing to wear and roots that are coming out of my head like overgrown weeds, really is the least of my worries!
Must proceed to do dodgy exercise video at least twice a week and take up running, all to visually enhance myself before reunion. I persuade The Man to invest in a new tracksuit for me with the promise that by the end of the month he will be married to fittest ( in both sense of the word) woman in Corydon, no, South London.. Ha ha..
Have agreed with friends and family that maybe I am taking the reunion too seriously, as why does any of this matter anyways?
Yes, well easier said than done…14days and six hours to go…my sense of Yummy ness will not let me fail… bring it on!