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Past Three Score and Ten, my wife and I are sat with Comrades enjoying a quiet Reunion pint. From the far side of the bar emerges a Group of Younger Couples. Accompanied by her husband, she is wearing a cream Mini-skirt and white see-through top. She refuses a drink as our eyes lock, standing aside and posing full-frontal, with the occasional twirl, until the Dinner Gong sounds and we rise to take our allocated places for the Celebration Dinner.

Afterwards, we are first in the crowd for the lift going up to our rooms. But just as the doors close she enters. Leaving Hubby's side, she stoically elbows her way through the throng towards me. The lift arrives at their floor, Hubby lunging to grab her arm and drag her out onto the landing.

I'm sat at breakfast when she next appears, bearing a tray. Same skirt and top. She abandons perusing the food laid out on the Hot Counter and heads towards my table. "Here!" shouts Hubby, once again grabbing her arm and heaving her back to the Counter. Sat at a distant table, she picks disgruntedly at her Full English, constantly wiping her eyes with her napkin. Passing our table as they leave, she blows me a kiss. "Alright ?" she mouths. "See you later!" They never, ever, attended another Reunion !