A second school reunion was organised after the success of the 2011 event. This time it was held in the Yorkshire village of Robin Hood’s Bay in a beautiful posh restaurant that looked over the beach. Kev F Sutherland drove us down there in a big people carrier. I winced on the sharp turn into the narrow main street when Kev scratched the left wing of the car against the wall. Cheery as ever, Kev declared that he was unconcerned about any damage: this was somebody else’s vehicle after all, and the dent was nothing to do with him.

In planning the reunion we’d really struggled to calculate numbers for the table bookings. When we all arrived in the restaurant and started to reorganise chairs, tables and place settings the staff became more and more frustrated with us. Still, we were determined to have a good time, regardless of the dirty looks. Especially keen to catch up with everyone were those who had missed the last reunion. Amongst these were CH, who had found a place at ST’s table, where he had saved me a place next to his own.

Something that I couldn’t work out on the day was how my one of my Edinburgh running pals had wangled a reunion invitation. He passed through the room handing out purple business cards. I took one myself and was shocked to see TPR’s e-mail address in the detail of the small print. What was this guy up to, trying to pass himself off as my husband?