Happy birthday H

We met on the first day of primary school. The infants’ teacher, Miss Smith, asked us all if we knew our ABC. That determined which class we went into.
 
We went through grammar school together, catching that slow, rattly bus every morning and evening.
 
Then our paths went in different directions until, in 2004, we spent one day with H and J in Sydney. That was a lovely day, culminating late in the afternoon with a walk across the Harbour Bridge. Since then we have all caught up every time we, the Australians, have visited the UK.
 
Happy birthday H.