Los Tres Amigos

After my hospital visit on Monday I had a pleasant evening at the home of my brother and his wife.

It was a very pleasant interlude as we don't meet up so often.

We chatted, caught up on stuff and chortled at some old family photos.

In the image are three young men

Alan, my brother's best friend. My brother, T. And me.

I had finished school and celebrated my stunning exam results (1 × GSCE in Englush language)  by joining T and Alan on a holiday in Benidorm.

My first holiday abroad. ( addendum: not true, I had been to Switzerland with the schoool the year before....)My first holiday with the older boys. My first experience of girls. ( definitely true...it was confusing...)

I'll leave it there....except to say you won't  be too surprised after looking at this picture to read we were all detained at the airport in Spain and grilled for hours by security....they searched us. They searched our luggage. They questioned us and even took the heels off our shoes. Lord only knows what they were looking for. But they seemed upset that they didn't find it.

Happy days, misspent youth.

A much simpler time..