Went to sign the Scottish Covenant for Peace yesterday, and discovered that the last of the Halflings from the Youth Theatre has left school and is going to university. of course none of them look like halflings any more – they have all grown up, done well, and most of them seem to be six feet tall. One of them is going into Final Year this year. But it’s the very last connection I had with that generation. Now I have to join the grown-ups myself.
Perhaps this is just in time. I bumped into a couple of young men in town last week, and one of them said to the other, “Mind the granny.” And there’s nothing I could say about it, because a granny is what I am.
time passing
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end of an era
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