Sally

AS you’re all probably aware, I’m always moaning about our expensive and inefficient public transport system.
And the moans are usually justified, but yesterday as I travelled south on the Jubilee Line I had a big reason to be thankful.
The Tube re-united me with an old friend, a friend who I’ve not seen for nearly 20 years – Sally Peach from Pear Tree Farm, Spalding, Lincolnshire. (True).
Now Sally is quite a distinctive looking lady – very tall, lots of curly hair and big bulging round eyes.
She was a student buddy and we had shared some really fun times, but for one reason or another we had lost contact as we progressed in our lives.
When I plucked up the courage to say to her; ‘You Sally Peach’ she first stared hard at me and then let out a loud hysterical yell and gave me a bone-crushing hug as the other passengers stared in amazement.
Those missing years flashed past as I tried précis in a few minute what I had been doing since those early days and she just said ‘Oh I wished I had dyed my hair now’.
Now Sally is a mother -of -two and teaches at a school in the East End, but we exchanged phone numbers and have vowed to meet up for a drink and catch up properly on those missing years.
Quite remarkable.