Truants

Had a spiffing time at the school reunion lunch. A grand affair, catering for over 200 old boys (and girls - my, how times have changed!) sitting on tables according to the year we left. Pete and I sat together, struggling to recognise everyone on our table. We chatted to a couple on Pete's left and had a laugh, without knowing who they were. Then we went, table by table, to get our buffet lunch. Arriving back, the couple had scarpered, leaving not a trace anywhere.

Was it the food or me and Pete that drove them away? We'll never know.