Forty Years

Liewe bliksem, can it be? Forty blerrie years!? Surely not. But so they tell me. 1972 to 2012 is forty years.

Spectacles, of course, are a sign of intelligence, so here you have me and four meisies flying the IQ flag. Hang on, one other fella. Why can’t I recognise him? Between Fluffy and Gabba . .

– 1972 – 39 of us –
– 2012 – 20 gathered on Appen outside Swinburne – at last Erika, Koos and Fluffy have graduated to wearing brille –

They say the next one – fifty years – is known as The Matric Farewell . .

~~~oo0oo~~~

Published by bewilderbeast

It's about life, marriage, raising kids, paddling rivers, travel in Africa . . . re-posting thoughts written over decades - at random, I'm afraid.

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