Clive's in the kitchen cooking brunch when I get up. Food draws us in and the tables fill up. Folk meeting over food. It's a day of catching up and no-one moves fast. Flatmates from Lavenham Rd, Southfields, a London flat of Kiwis owned by Kiwis with a moving population of people on their OE. When I moved in, 1988, there were eight flatmates, all smokers and they all smoked inside. Later, I shared a room with Andy, Kerry and Andy's sister, Mary. Tim arrived. Today we reminisce about parties and the pick axe John D left behind. It's in the lore of Lavenham Rd. Never to be repeated but feels like family when we get together 30 years later.
Then there's the university flatmates. I flatted with John and Ron and Simon were at survey school with him. The survey class and those they lived with loosely hung out...parties, the pub, balls. And everything else. 1981 was fun. And we all passed, as far as I know.
Everyone has gone, except for the clean up crew. It's a beautiful night as we share left overs. The party is over all too soon.
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