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I had lunch with an old friend on Thursday.  Freddie and I have known each other since high school days, when we were regular attendees at the Lowton Vortex.  I wonder how many Lowton people remember the youth club being nicknamed that?  Not many, I'm sure.  Anyway, that was a looooooong time ago; mucho aqua under the bridge etc. etc.  Freddie now lives in Nottingham but she was visiting family who still live in Lowton, and as I have family there too we decided to meet for the first time in around twenty years.

I recognised her immediately, even though she was standing with her back to me.  As we crossed the road, heading towards The Waterside pub-restaurant in Leigh, who did we see but my neice Vikkey with nine-month old baby Logan.  "Hello Logan, I'm you're Aunt Adele," - and right on cue he began wailing.  I have this effect on kids. 

Lunch was good.  Freddie and I had a great time catching up on each other's news, of course, and then we went to a senior citizens' club to find my mother who was happily putting the world to right over tea and biscuits.  She was thrilled to see Freddie again, as she wasn't expecting this.  We were introduced to all Mum's friends at the club, and then Freddie and I said our goodbyes with a promise not to leave it twenty years next time.

Back at Mum's house, we had another catch-up on news and the usual tour of the garden which is Mum's pride and joy.  Then we went out again and had dinner at the Toby Carvery at Lane Head, which was pleasant.  Back home again, Mum played a DVD of Andre Rieu in concert, who she's very fond of. 

The next morning, we went to another of Mum's senior citizens clubs where I was again introduced to all her friends.  We stayed about an hour, then I made my excuses as I'd a three-hour journey home.  Fun times!


Mum in her garden.



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